The Eternal Debt of Love
Works of Love
My love is an eternal debt
What do you think of yours?
I endless give without regret
When you pay, do you feel poor?
If from love the middle term's removed
Love's economic and a species of exchange
In true love our eternal debt's approved
We know that's how love in truth's arranged
How in love can we make a final payment
As if that's all love is worth?
Love is expansive and no digital statement
That would make of love a curse
Such economic love would leave us bankrupt
Lost in accretive isolation
We won't let love even interrupt
Our passionate alienation
We are alien to the love of self
If no one else can be our thou
When we deny our love for someone else
We discard the love we are endowed
Love is a gift for which we gladly give
Much more than we are given
Love is the grace so we can fully live
And not feel endless driven
Because I'm always in love's debt
I feel love's audit in perfect balance
The choice of love's miser we will regret
We feel love's presence only in its absence