Muscle Poems

Revenge of the Heard

By and by a woman who writes love poems to men

Divine Healing of the Heart: Angelic Counsel and Mental Health

I Don’t Know the Cost of Things

I do not know the cost of things,

But I do know you can offer me

The love I need.

There is not a question of your worth,

It’s just your vulnerability.

Love for yourself is something

You did not have in the past, I know.

A currency you are bereft of,

So now you ask.

You see…

The price on you has dwindled too,

So now you’re in my grasp!

Thank you for your generosity

And your wanton waste because

You are more life to me

Than I’ve ever had.