THE RELIGION OF LOVE <br />So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart <br />What care I for the rest, for good or ill? <br />What for the peace of soul good deeds impart, <br />What for the tears unholy dreams distil? <br />These cannot make my joy, nor shall they kill. <br />Thou only perfect peace and virtue art <br />And holiness for me and strength and will, <br />So thou but love me with a perfect heart. <br />I ask thee now no longer to be wise; <br />No longer to be good, but loving me. <br />I ask thee nothing now but only this. <br />Henceforth my Bible, dear, shall be thine eyes, <br />My beads thy lips, my prayers thy constancy, <br />My heaven thine arms, eternity thy kiss.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxx/
