ALL I ASK
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Not caresses, nor the touch of your hand, nor the sweet savor Of your love, I ask; nor the flavor Of your lips against mine day by day; (These joys I could not hope to stay). They will pass and naught remain, Except sweet memories, or perhaps the pain Of their departure. I could not hope that you would give these things forever, Nor that our lives in one long dream could pass together; But when love’s tide has ebbed and after you quite forget, May there come to you no sad remorse or deep regret For the things that you have given.