Fallacy Upon Methuselah

Olden man, what can be said
Of all these words upon our breath
Of love, the hand that mends, divides,
That rise above the ethic tide?

Of love, the sorest move in motion:
'He conquers all in mere devotion'
Say the fools that, blind, hav't turned
A reason in defence of love,
For yearned, they say, from one to one.
But more to lose when lost or won
In other spirits, tied to most
Not some. And weighed in scales of right
And righteousness are we by
God, Most High.