If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But there
The silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love."

Unlike we are, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies...
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine...
What hast though to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer...

Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being.