The Prize Poem by James Charles Hutsell ( Aka Butch )

If loving me is in your nature
then love me once again.
To abandon what is natural
is the only sin.

While you pray for eternal life;
this life could be the prize.
And only when this life is gone-
would you realize.

You can live with what is in your heart;
or someone else's mind.
If you made this life your prize;
then heavens what you'd find.

What if heaven is here: on earth
here; where we all belong.
And you miss the prize of life and love
because you're told your love is wrong.

I could make this prize enough for you-
so you would want for nothing more.
If you would only love me;
the way you did before.