Abacus

You gift small pieces of your soul

quite freely ev'ry day,

assuming it creates a hole;

your essence fades away.

An empath's curse is draining, sure,

but magic is at work-

when love's received, and that love's pure,

your heart is fit to burst.

The universe's abacus

will always balance out,

so go ahead- be amorous;

there never was a doubt.