Bartering Love

In every hour,

Do we come to the table

To barter love?

Is the journey Parsifal’s tale,

Seeking Self

In all the wrong places?

Do we head for the shelf

With first kiss?

Seeds of passion sculpting countenance

Velveteen Rabbits with luck,

Damaged beyond repair

Replete with love.

Is pain the cradle of compassion?

Is love the mother that rocks it?

What counsel for risking all

When bartering life with death?

What hope without it?

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