The Price of Love

To love and lost some say is better than not

Perhaps for some but for others its false

Have they loved at all to believe this rot

Better to lose your heart than some harsh farce

To pretend that loss was worthwhile to bear

The eternal hardship to endure, love

So sweet yet bitter, a dance so so rare

Elation soaring high on the winged dove

It is worth it to love and hold, not lose

To fight for what can never again be

If lost to the void of time so we choose

To continue this dance never to see

The end of it, for the infinite grace

Can never be lost and will not give up

The strength to never surrender the race

Stand strong before all odds our paths throw up

This is what it means to never give ground

The price we must pay for the gift we found