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

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee
Edgar Allen Poe, ANNABELLE LEE

You are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them.
M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS