The Algebra of Love

You can tell me what's gone wrong,
Or stew in silence. I won't mind.
I'm not someone who likes to pry.
Our love is new, but do not worry.
I don't plan to walk away. I appraise
All I encounter, weigh each gain
Against each loss, and sense, no,
Know, that an odd day's unpleasance
Has a paltry cost, and you're worth
More than that.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-06 at 23:55

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