the price of love
the price of love
i cannot afford the price of love i have grown poor
in mind body and soul all ragged and falling apart
my heart exposed slice by slice as appearing unsure
barely beating and cold if it finally stops will it start
love requires energy and life not the edge of death
the rough ropes pull tight chaffing and rubbing raw
emotion creates a terrible strife rips out each breath
separates wrong and right cutting with a rusty saw
i have left the love wilting in the crusted empty jar
forgotten in the dark room and shaded from the sun
petals fading losing gilding yet still beautiful from far
an illusion of being in bloom long after love is gone
these days i pay in old coins once carefully hoarded
clutching at the withered loins miserable and sordid