“If Thou Must Love MeIf thou must love me, let it be for naughtExcept for love’s sake only. Do not say,’I love her for her smile—her look—her wayOf speaking gently,—for a trick of thoughtThat falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of pleasant ease on such a day’—For these things in themselves, Belovèd, mayBe changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,May be unwrought so. Neither love me forThine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:A creature might forget to weep, who boreThy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!But love me for love’s sake, that evermoreThou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.”

− Elizabeth Barrett Browning −