Graceline

Grace is the baseline:

The least that you need

And the most you that you'll get,

The bottom and the top,

The bank and the bet,

The minimum investment,

With the greatest return,

Rewards you cant lose,

A wage you can't earn,

Grace is the baseline:

The line that marks,

The courts you can't leave,

Where the game is played,

Where you can't misconceive

The rule of the game,

And the rule from above,

Are one and the same,

The baseline is love,

Grace is the baseline:

Between home plate,

And bases one to three,

The line that marks your way,

The line you'll want to see,

The line from which you'll never stray,

Whatever troubles come,

The line that lead you safe thus far,

The line that leads you home,

Grace is the baseline:

The line that traces the path of words,

Ever present, yet unseen,

Notable by it's absence,

It walks the in-between,

All words ascend, descend from there,

From there we fall and rise,

From the grace-line my poem's written,

Once bitten, twice tasted of the highs,

Grace is the baseline:

Grace is the bassline,

Now, how low can you go?

What are the depths of love,

I'm afraid you'll never know,

The lowest notes you you could ever reach,

you'll never have to face,

The line of love has it covered,

So, drop the grace.