Which is Love

Why is my heart an orphan of love
That it must yearn for its trappings
Abandoning virtue for lust in the night
And chasing after vanity after every dawn 
But which is love
That my heart must seek
Is it a repelling evil or a compelling good
That will consume me in its illicit desires
Or draw me into the throne of its empathy
To which will my heart endear
Is the greatest evil of love passion
And its greatest good compassion
But which is love
To which must my heart sacrifice
Is it to passion which is a thief of love
Or to compassion that earns the love of others
But which is love
That my heart must want