Love leaves scars, far less visible,
far more cunning, snaked around your soul,
maggots of grey tissue,
Love leaves marks you can’t explain.
I’ve always felt, I owe love its due,
Not just love, but more there is
To pay- surely it couldn’t come as cheap?
I’m scared of running up debts, I’m careful
To give more than I receive. I thought, I was
steering clear of burdens I cannot repay,
Now I’m not so sure.