Lovers' Infiniteness
By John Donne
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to
move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to
fall;
And all my treasure, which should
purchase thee—
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and
letters—I have spent.
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant;
If then thy gift of love were
partial,
That some to me, some should to
others fall,
Dear,
I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst
then;
But if in thy heart, since, there
be or shall
New love created be, by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and
can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters,
outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by
thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being
general;
The ground, thy heart, is mine;
whatever shall
Grow
there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet,
He that hath all can have no more;
And since my love doth every day
admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new
rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me
thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou
never gavest it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy
heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with
losing savest it;
But we will have a way more
liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them;
so we shall
Be
one, and one another's all

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