One Early Morning

One early morning

I mortgaged myself to you.

Not through Building Societies

or banks 

but, in unbreakable bonds.

Just one small victory

over self-indulgence,

or, for it.

You scoffed

because my only tangible assets

were good intentions -

forgetting that good intentions

are what tomorrow's world

is always built upon.

Your cynicism

was the interest on my repayments.

You became mine

only when you saw

that being loved

was more valuable

than not being loved.

Whatever the bloody assets.

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