In realms where hearts do intertwine,
A tale of two paths, so divine.
One seeks the coin, the other’s true,
A labor of love, a joy to imbue.
The first, a path of silver and gold,
Where hands are bought, and souls are sold.
A wage for toil, a price to pay,
In markets vast, where dreams decay.
The other, a journey of the heart,
Where love is the only art.
No coin exchanged, no debt to bear,
Just moments shared, a love so rare.
The first, a path of endless strife,
Where time is money, a fleeting life.
The second, a path of endless grace,
Where love’s embrace is time’s sweet place.
In both, a supply, a need to fill,
But in love’s path, the heart’s still.
No coin can buy the love so true,
A gift that’s priceless, always new.
So choose your path, with wisdom’s eye,
For in the end, it’s love that’s high.
A wage for work, or love’s sweet grace,
The choice is yours, in this vast space.
