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Love's Balance Sheet



Love can never be understood,
It's sometimes bad, often good.
If you drew up Love's balance sheet,
How would all the sums of columns meet?

What answer would the figures give,
Positive or negative?
Value judgments would abound,
Would you do thinking that was sound?

Perhaps, if you weren't in Love,
Then you could rise above
All those things that color thinking,
As Love has left your reason shrinking.

In Love, a man might do anything,
Like kneeling, holding out a ring.
Secure in the knowledge tacit,
That he will, for Love, trade an asset.

That lovely ring of gold,
For the hand he wants to hold,
Through all the corridors of time,
Living in that Love sublime!

Studying long into the night,
There is no answer to my plight,
Searching all the tally books,
There seems to be no mark for looks!

If her beauty is extraordinary,
Does that make her value vary?
If she is rather plain,
Is that a loss, or a gain?

If you find one, that is quite fair,
Is she worth more 'cause she's rare?
Or, based on her physical condition,
Will she lead you to perdition?

Ever fearful that she will leave,
Unable to work, you sit and grieve,
Your income will surely take a hit,
If you can't but cry and sit!

Adding up all the factors,
Would you tell detractors
That Love is that deal that counts,
Many things, in all amounts.

True Love is its own reward,
And you will surely not be bored,
Money can pay bills, that's true,
But to hold it next to you,

No matter how you turn it,
It won't heat you, lest you burn it!
Love, on the other hand,
Will make you feel quite grand.

Love can make you a pawn or King,
It can do 'most anything,
In Love, you want to be a “lifer,”
But, to accountants, Love's a cypher!

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