Monday, 18 August 2025

LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG

 

                                LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG

            True love is a life-long passion of the body, the mind, and the soul. It is not seasonal or periodic. It is a continuous appetite of the heart. A love which lasts for some time in one’s life can be intense but not continuous. It is like a loud flame having a very short duration .

            The English poet-playwright William Shakespeare (1564-1616) says in one of his sonnets:

“Love ‘s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.              

 

            “Love Me Little, Love Me Long” is an anonymous poem written in 1570. It suggests that a love that is too hot and strong burns out hurriedly. But a moderate love which is steadfast faces challenges of entire life.

               Here is the full text of the poem:

Love me little, love me long ,

Is the burden of my song,

Love that is too hot and strong

Burneth soon to waste.

Still I would not have thee cold,

Not too blackward or too bold;

Love that lasteth till ‘tis old

Fadeth not in haste.

 

If thou lovest me too much,

It will not prove as true as touch;

Love me little, more than such,

For I fear the end.

I am with little well content,

And a little from thee sent

Is enough, with true intent,

To be steadfast friend.

 

Say thou love’st me while thou live.

I to thee my love will give,

Never dreaming to deceive

While that life endures;

Nay, and after death, in sooth,

I to thee will keep my truth,

As now, when in my May of youth,

This my love assures.

 

Constant love is moderate ever,

And it will through life persever;

Give me that, with true endeavour

I will it restore.

A suit of endurance let it be,

For all weathers ; that for me.

For the land or for the sea,

Lasting evermore.

 

Winter’s cold or summer’s heat,

Autumn’s tempests on it beat,

It can never know defeat,

Never can rebel.

Such the love that I would gain,

Such the love, I tell thee plain,

Thou must give, or woo in vain

So to thee farewell.

 

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G.R.Kanwal

18 August 2025

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