How can one calculate the cost;
Of the value of Love that is lost.
Can the pain one’s heart be put on a scale;
Or have an expiration date to determine if it is stale?
Love Lost leaves unbearable pain;
Creating so much heartache and disdain…
Making one to wonder that the tears shed will my soul…stain?
To love is the reason Man was created;
However, for some reason, it has become contorted and ill-fated.
A world created out of love has become so cold;
Where money is its gold…
And love can be easily sold…
Truths becoming scarcely told.
For now love comes at an earthly price;
Being bought and sold once or even more than twice.
Man has found it so easy to see each other as disposeable;
Love is no longer stable, but loseable.