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Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part
No, nor for a constant heart
For these may fail or turn to ill
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
John Wilbye, LOVE NOT ME
You are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them.
M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS