Love is not free. You have to buy it.
Love is not free. You want to sell it.
You give love for the fevours received.
And get love for the fevours you did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true... one has to work so hard and sacrifice so much of ones self just to be loved... just! silly me, its the best part of being here... thank you very much for sharing a lovely write... karen