Price Of Affection

My love
at the palm of your hands,
my lot turned to beggary.
you tend to say- always
give a little more my angel.

And at sound of your beckoning,
always for your pleasure, my
fortunes lies in bare waste.

My love
how heavy has the price
of your affection been?

by Tola Fola Olowolafe

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A nice poetic imagination, Tola. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Beckoning! Thanks for sharing.