My Love Asks

My Love asks me, “What am I worth?”

I reply so sly, “You are worth

the stars, the sun, and the moon.”

She sigh, then smiles, then says,

“Those are not yours to give,

Mister Glib.”

My Love asks me, “What am I worth?”

I retort so smart, “You are worth

My very life. I will prove with a knife.”

She smiles, then sighs, then says,

“What would I do with your corpse,

Mister Suicide?”

My Love asks me, “What am I worth?”

I counter cleverly, “You are worth

Several years of hard toil and pain.”

She sighs with her eyes,

“What would I do there,

Mister Masochist?”

My Love asks me, “What am I worth?”

I soundly respond, “What are you worth

To me that I would give in return?”

She kisses me gently, then whispers,

“Exactly,

Exactly.”