Did you love this world, 
The beauty and the beast in it, 
Or the flowers spilling fragrance in the air, 
Not deformed or perfect?

Do you love this world 
For its heaviness or the freedom it entails, 
Not admonition or blame?

Would you love this world 
Were it deserted by worth, 
Or the option to walk barefoot, 
Knee deep in mud, 
Not despondency or doom?

Will you love this world 
For any other sake but yours, 
Or any favor turned upon you, 
Not penniless or lone?