Many will love you; you were made for love; <br />For the soft plumage of the unruffled dove <br />Is not so soft as your caressing eyes. <br />You will love many; for the winds that veer <br />Are not more prone to shift their compass, dear, <br />Than your quick fancy flies. <br /> <br />Many will love you; but I may not, no; <br />Even though your smile sets all my life aglow, <br />And at your fairness all my senses ache. <br />You will love many; but not me, my dear, <br />Who have no gift to give you but a tear <br />Sweet for your sweetness' sake.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/many-will-love-you/