The Jackaw Of Rheims

Poem By Richard Harris Barham

Rob me not, You cannot rob me.
I have nothing, only truth is within.
Try not to rob me, I love you, see me.
Love is the only thing here with me
And if you want to rob me, rob love.
And get the truth that is there in love.
Love is the only thing of this life,
And life is nothing but a compromise with truth.
Truth is the self, love the self and rob it.

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