The Price Of Love Poem by Elia Michael
The Price Of Love
The price of love can be too high
And yet, the memory of how
We sat beneath an azure sky
The sun sinking in the hill's brow
Is now forever imprinted
Upon my brain and daily I
Revisit the scene through tinted
Yet truthful glass and I ask why.
I ask why, why we had to part.
The price of love was it too high?
My brain says yes, oh but my heart,
My heart says, no price is too high.
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