Oh, No- Not ev'n when first we loved,
Were thou as dear as now thou art;
Thy beauty when my senses moved,
But now thy virtues bind my heart.
What was but Passions sigh before,
Has since been turn'd to Reasons vow;
And, though I might then love thee more,
Trust me, I love thee better now.
Although my heart in earlier youth
Might kindle with more wild desire,
Believe me, it has gain'd in truth
Much more then it has lost in fire.
The flame now warms my inmost core,
That then but sparkled o'er my brow,
And, though I seem'd to love thee more,
yet, oh, I love thee better now.
Thomas Moore.
And yes, I mean it.
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