IF YOU MUST LOVE ME Wendy Webb
Oh, love me like the ever-flowing tide,
it laughs and cries and loves and smiles all day
in every fickle womanly sweet way
and yet its night is dark and broad and wide.
It tumbles to a thousand fancies, yet
by tricking and by teases, fun will last
when pleasantries and frumperies are past.
So by such changes, sun will never set.
Love all my nothings, then you’ll never mind,
except the price of tissue-mountain heights.
If I am dry, please wet me – till you find
your creature comforts rage like Blackpool lights.
Love me while love’s tides rage before, behind;
for oceans lee and lie in sailing’s sights.
Inspired by ‘If thou must love me’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.