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Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever. |
| John Wilbye |
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| Name: Catalin | 2012-07-16 |
| Joanna, sometimes the hhgiest calling of love is letting go of what we love most to give it freedom to open our hands as we would to a butterfly we'd ruin to clasp.A mother Robin knows this instinctively as she knocks fledglings out of a nest before they can really fly. I learn more about this every day It's a life long process.Robyn McMasters last blog post.. |
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