[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. I've been reading Sonnets from the Portuguese. ;-)


A Woman in Love
Sonnets From the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XIV

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

[Soaring Feather]

But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Awwww, that it were so for all of us.

Thank You snippy.

These are some of the most beautful Sonnets written.

[NicknamedBob]

"A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long,..."

Interesting way of expressing this, is it not? She bore being comforted.

"How can you bear to read all that mushy stuff?"

Ah, well. I'm bearing up...