
Does love demand sacrifice,
or simply receive whatβs offered?
For all who love to answer.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
The altar
The middle
Of the home.
Polished marble
Small sacrifices in a
Central bowl.
A faint hum from its
Centre.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
Only time.
Only sleep.
Only freedom.
The marble shines brighter
With each offering.
Only love.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
His voice, for its glow.
Her preferences, for its sheen.
Their laughter. For its presence.
Soft gifts for its appetite.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
The altar.
The marble shine –
Glows.
From the souls.
From the hearts.
From the whole gifts
Of selves.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
They take the altar
Down.
It remains.
To shine
Or stay
In silence.
π₯π―π₯π―π₯π―π₯
Original poem for Valentine’s Day by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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