Declaration Child, I will give you rings to wear, And, if you love them, dainty dresses, Flowers for your bosom and your hair, And, if you love them, fond caresses; And I will give you of my days, And I will leave, when you require it, My dreams, my books, my wonted ways, Content if only you desire it. Love's captive, now his fugitive, All this I give you, for my part. I ask but what I cannot give, I ask no more than this: your heart. |
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