Child, I will give you rings to wear, <br />And, if you love them, dainty dresses, <br />Flowers for your bosom and your hair, <br />And, if you love them, fond caresses; <br /> <br />And I will give you of my days, <br />And I will leave, when you require it, <br />My dreams, my books, my wonted ways, <br />Content if only you desire it. <br /> <br />Love's captive, now his fugitive, <br />All this I give you, for my part. <br />I ask but what I cannot give, <br />I ask no more than this: your heart.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/declaration-6/
