"Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being."
It goes on to enumerate all the ways in which a man requires a woman to love him. Mentally, spiritually, eternally, completely, etc. Then it takes a turn:
"Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable.
I will love thee - half a year -
As a man is able."
Telling it like it is, like it's apparently always been, all the way back in 1846.
Your thoughts?
I love EBB.
A personal favourite - not sire if she wrote of cats
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