When love hurts

The price of love is pain,
there is no other way,
it either hurts when they’re alive
and not when they are gone,
or suffering is when
they leave, because life
was so good.
It’s hardly fair it seems to me,
that love should have this price
and yet to live without it,
would so much joy, deny.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to When love hurts

  1. Noel says:

    So true… thank you for sharing.

  2. Too bad love cannot go on and on….

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