No, I am no angel, I am a whore.
I promise you, I have a price.
I wish I had dignity, but I can’t claim such a thing.
I know that I can be replaced;

You, though, are above all price,
you are kind and wondrous celestial –
the holy creature of dignity.

Where I am a man
of mere relative worth,
envying the holy you,
you are the being of intrinsic worth