Commodity
If passion
were traded commodity
gold wouldn’t stand a chance.
On the
open market, running wild,
like the rampant bull.
The object
of your affection won’t
advance a limpid glance.
Your potential
love life represents
a glass standing half full.
Submitted for the Quickie Challenge 59
By AlwaysMyWords
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