Would you?

Love is not all it is not food nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by need and moaning for release
Or nagged by want... past resolutions power

I might be driven to sell your love for peace
Or trade the memory of this night for foodIt may well be. I do not think I would.