A Price Poem by Michaelpoetry Ryan

They sat at the table and went through the bills;

they seemed so stressed, they could see

a bump in the road, a curve, a hill;

a long way to heaven it seemed.



He touched her hand so softly and warm;

he squeezed her fingers and said,

"My darling love, we'll weather this storm.

Let's just go now to bed."



They held each other under the covers;

he kissed her cheek and she sighed.

He said, "My love, with help from above,

our dreams will not be denied."



She smiled at him; she knew he was right.

She always admired how he knew

that even when times were tough and uncertain,

their love would still see them through.



He said, "A mountain of gold I would give

to spend just a moment with you.

And if I had never that moment to live,

my dreams would never come true."



She cried a little; she felt his love;

she knew that the gift that they had

could never be sold for a mountain of gold,

the gift that had come from above.



Not pounds, not francs, nor pieces of eight;

not shillings, not dollars, nor euro.

None could be paid, no promises made;

a treasure today, a pleasure tomorrow.



Each moment they had was gilded and clad

in rubies, in diamonds, and pearls.

Heaven sent joy and God blessed their home

with the most beautiful love in the world.