my hands are not soft, but they can serve.
my body not so beautiful, but it is strong.
my lips are not perfumed, but they speak the truth.
love is not an art to me, it is life to me.
i am not dressed in gold and fine linen, strength and honor are my clothing.
i can offer you little, but i offer all i have.
if you have little, but nothing, nothing is more to me than gold from others.
you would fill the emptiness of my heart, but not all of it.
do not be jealous of a memory....
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