Many Will Love You

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Many will love you; you were made for love;
For the soft plumage of the unruffled dove
 Is not so soft as your caressing eyes.
You will love many; for the winds that veer
Are not more prone to shift their compass, dear,
 Than your quick fancy flies.

Many will love you; but I may not, no;
Even though your smile sets all my life aglow,
 And at your fairness all my senses ache.
You will love many; but not me, my dear,
Who have no gift to give you but a tear
 Sweet for your sweetness' sake.

© Mathilde Blind