Cost Of Love Is Steep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Switching back and forth, finding wonder in this earthly
life, being undefined as yet, waiting for someone to drop
the anchor and live it ultimately.

Having a purity and innocence of this soul, not wanting
to ever lose touch with an interior spirituality that has
become the center of this poetical life.

Whispers of love hanging in the air, no one reaching for
them, because the cost of love is too steep and all of
the uncertainties that come with it.

Seeing nothing, but darkness in the future, preferring
moments of joy and happiness instead of a lonely empti-
ness of a frail love not able to stand the test of time
or the years of misery as hearts waste away in the future
of love's death rays.