Love is what begins on the ground, on knees
and hands that tug and pull to stand alone
yet cannot, and so willingly receive
the hands of another: a bargain struck,
your feet for mine, your arms to lift a stone,
and my eyes to pick the path where diamonds
gleam and fall, and we give our gems through deeds,
and exchange riches upon riches
until, our pockets emptied, we have no coins left to find
but a wealth of love, its riches repaid in kind.
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