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 pleasant ease on such a day - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee - and love so wrought, May be unwrought so. If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears of all my life. What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. Who so loves believes the impossible. -Elizabeth Barret Browning-