So this is how its starts,
life is a market,
an exchange of goods and services,
for me on my part,
my money is love,
when I first saw u,
I realize that,
u are a social overhead capital,
an indispensible source,
an injection into my life,
a stock upon my heart,
a demand for my soul.
A perfect competition,
yet imperfect market,
for I have to compete with other firms,
and then supply to u,
the best final product,
when others spread moral hazards,
let us apply our market signaling,
asymmetric information,
is all what other will receive,
for you have already monopolized,
my market,
my firm.
Together let us try,
to internalize our externalities,
so that the spill over effect will be positive,
and such free riders will gain from ours,
that there are no trade-off in love,
that in fact a multiplier effect takes place,
like a fixed-deposit getting higher and higher,
in value each day,
your love, my love,
will climb higher and higher,
even in recession,
and in depression also.
While I have the absolute advantage,
and our love in equilibrium,
in the ideal state of Pareto optimality,
I want you to know,
you are an asset,
while I,
a mere liability.
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