You are in touch again.
It is always the same
Time worn dance
Of pseudo romance
Over and over again.
We meet and greet.
I have fun.
In the morning you run.
We both know
It will be so.
Love is free.
I give you no rings.
But other things
Are not free.
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K Morris - Poet 
always a price of some sort
Indeed there is, Beth. Thank you for commenting.