over your own.
Your “love” isn’t love
Kris Gage

You so had me, until this dangling participle. "over your own" suggests sacrifice, which can be very tricky juju. I.e. the used car salesman who insists he’s "making a sacrifice" to get you into that one-owner Camry. Or the islanders who toss their food and virgins into the billowing crater to appease their volcano god. Or every stupid-assed demand of Moses' petulent deity.

If it’s Love, then it’s what you want to do -- no sacrifice. The act is your own, over all else.

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