LOVE IS SACRIFICE
By: Paul Sebastian
At a dim-lit dining table, I sat
Alone, but alone red rose in a vase, stood
My mind's lost sojourn, she read
Confused and searching, my unusual mood
Rose asked: May I ask why the look of askance?
I could help to bring relief, given a chance
Trust me, I would find you an answer
It would be pathetic to see you whither!
I asked: How do I make my life beautiful?
She whispered: It begins with you being truthful
Your spirit and heart as one, emit fragrance
Become an attractive flower, for instance
