I love you with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love you better after death.'
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread.
If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.
Credit:
'Sonnets From the Portuguese 43' — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
'Song: To Celia' — Ben Jonson
'Bread and Music' — Conrad Aiken
'The More Loving One' — W.H. Auden
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