Dr. Antony Theodore
My Love Is Free Of Charge - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The false Lover told:
O, my love, you are mine
Make me a garland of golden flowers
And I shall give you the kiss of my lips.
The true Lover told
Give me nothing.
I shall give you the kiss of my lips
And the kisses of my heart.
My love is free of charge
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