For love’s delights
We savor
For love’s demands
We labor
That is how it works
My love
This life
My life
And your life
There is no such thing
As a free meal
As love that is handed
Without a risk
And uncommitted
In everything we
Must always
Labor
& pray
For love to be love
Sacrifices are
Terms of endearment.
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