Make perfect tally of the debt I owe
for every kiss you rendered me,
and I will pay with interest.
What currency can so indemnify
love’s debtor for the pains accrued
except a kind repayment?
What's now the going price for ardent smiles?
I fear I trade in deficit,
so let me make requital.
In truth, I know the stumbling rites of love
cannot be quantified or priced,
though they may seem a trifle.
But we have fallen out of pure exchange,
and so, I pay—at least in part—
with hours spent on verses.
Make no allowance for this debt I bear;
I'll stay however long I may
within your debtor’s prison.
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