The Price Of Love Poem by Alfred Barna

The price of Love, is great sorrow
For these are the costs of your hearts giving
Let that not prevent you from facing tomorrow
For we cannot hide from our daily living
Never fear soaring high into the greatest heights
As well as traversing the lowest of valleys
For each battle we face within, the greatest of fights
And with each thought we launch forth sallies
On which we gain in understanding
There is no fairness, no mindfulness for mortals
As we search for ever calmer landing
For with each answer, come the question portals
Only He knows the wither-tos and why-fors
In which all will become known in good time
Though we search far and distant shores
Hoping yet still, we shall find what has been mime
Never stop loving, never stop caring
No matter the costs to your heart and your soul
For it is this small measure of our daring
That we have added forever our part to a whole
For each act of love bursts forth a certain seed
From which exists the hope of a fertile heart
It is from this will take root fruits, which shall feed
The Hungering and searching in which they may take part
For this is the greatest of mysteries we have all missed
The Tree of Life is truly Love for humanity fasting
Those who have no care, and no sorrows to have kissed
Will not be able to partake of a Love everlasting.