Treasure Island

Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

In Love Ever-Lasting


Love cannot be a profitable
concept exploited for money
while true affection can come
into being through dedication
sacrificing various things for it

If a ‘beloved' does not require
anything from a claimant, love
is non-existent; only once we
know how much we gave for
something can we claim

True love; devotion, like trust
requires work to be immortal
spontaneous love for the sun
& people by showing conside-
ration, abounds like sand

Loyal love tested and purged
through experience is rare -
treasured by those seeking
wisdom and insight to live
in love ever-lasting

Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012
Edited: Thursday, April 12, 2012

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