At every rememberence my intestine soacking
Body shivering to chill
Brain not getting easy to approach you
Cracked foot, path filled with stone
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True love does not have a price. Good write... a lot of people feel this in their life.
To die for love will not gain it, having no money, being penniless divides one's heart between the two. Hunger of love will not bring it into your life, even though you live for love. Such a conundrum how can you profess your love with all these things against you. Very profound poem! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
To die for love will not gain it that's really progressive, dying for something in this life, will now allow you to gain it. I liked your sentence: -)