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Love Me Little, Love Me Long


Like so many poems that touch the heart, this one is by an unknown writer. The universal truth of the most sincere of thoughts, belonging to the nameless poet, is that those words belong to everyone, even though she, or he, has unburdened her heart by penning them.


These words are a gift to the heart, from the heart of someone who cared enough to speak from within her most intimate self. Whenever such feelings are expressed in poetic form, there automatically exists a higher level of contemplation, or, at least. traditionally, there has been one. The protest poem, the gripe-rhyme, and the cynic’s sonnet have no place in the canon of artistic literature.


Regardless of the language spoken, thoughts carry feelings that do not have boundaries. In that way, a poem can, simultaneously, belong to Someone and to Everyone, for all time.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long
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Love Me Little, Love Me Long


Love me little, love me long,

Is the burden of my song;

Love that is too hot and strong

Burneth soon to waste.

I am with little well content,

And a little from thee sent

Is enough, with true intent,

To be steadfast friend.


Love me little, love me long,

Is the burden of my song.

Say thou lov’st me while thou live,

I to thee my love will give,

Never dreaming to deceive

While that life endures;

Nay, and after death in sooth,

I to thee will keep my truth,

As now when in my May of youth,

This my love assures,

Love me little, love me long,

Is the burden of my song;

Constant love is moderate ever,

And it will through life persever,

Give to me that with true endeavor,

I will it restore:

A suit of durance let it be,

For all weathers, that for me,

For the land or for the sea,

Lasting evermore.

Love me little, love me long,

Is the burden of my song.


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