Terms Of Endearment

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.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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