That which we desire we call love
Yet both are but lavish words
Brain children of our greedy minds.
Who amongst us desire poverty? And
What is love, that I so love?
The one called a girl or life?
Do I really love her? Or
I desire life; my selfish interest
But she loves me too. But please tell me:
Are we not in a busy market with the
Art of greedy merchants with minds of profits,
Or does the baker sell bread to neighbor out of love?
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