A Valentine Poem!

To Anthea, who may command him anything

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour they decree;
Or bid it lanuish quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair
Under that cypress-tree
Or bid me die, and I will die
E'en death to die for thee.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674)