The Price of Love
I doubt that one can put
a price on love...though
many have tried – even
lied;
I doubt that one can be
happy without a fair slice
of love, the spice of love,
received a letter of love
and wished, at the least,
to have replied –
unless missing the punctuating
part of love, lacking the spirit's
feeling heart of love – staying
safely beneath or above, avoiding
the core nature of love, fleeing
the prime director of love...the soul's
reason for being....
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