I'd rather

I'd rather fall in love with a woman who sells herself for silver,
who doesn't confuse her work with emotion,
who doesn't lie and say she loves when she doesn't,
who knows how to separate body from love completely,
who never plays with feelings for mere pleasure's sake.

I truly respect that woman who works for money,
who doesn't demand payment for performing love,
who doesn't trap any lover's heart with tales of passion,
who settles her debts with time honestly, without cheating,
who buys her livelihood with labor's price, not the heart's.

I'm searching for such a woman,
with whom I can spend time without doubt, stay without worry,
to whom I can tell all my sorrows and find relief for money,
beside whom I find peace, need not hide myself to survive,
behind whom I needn't spend money like a fool in emotion's mask.

However filthy truth may be, truth alone is beautiful.
However painful lies may be, lies remain lies.
At day's end, it's flesh we smell within the chest, not roses!
Whatever else interrogation may achieve, it cannot create love.
Whatever else exhausting calculations may bring, they cannot bring us love.

So I'd rather go to her who binds by moments, not by vows; with whom time can be spent without any lingering pull or question in the mind; who feels deeply familiar when I can reveal myself completely without hesitation.
What greater peaceful time exists than time whose price can be met with paper notes!
We haven't been given lives simple enough to carry a thousand questions even about finding solace.