Sacrifice

Poem By Valerie O'Rourke Kitts

Give to get, or let go?
What goes around, comes back two-fold;
What simply goes, in the heart of desire,
Goes cold.
What is taken?
What is set free?
What is given?
Could it be that Love is all of these,
And the promise of the unknown
For the compromise of the known?
Sacrifice,
And it is so.

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