Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me… (Sonnet 14)
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say, “I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.




A hot day with still air, I poured gas on a brush pile and opened the valve on an old propane tank, the brush pile was slightly up hill from a wall and I was between the wall and brush pile in what amounted to a large cloud of mixed gas vapors.
I lit my zippo, I realized I fucked up when I saw the horror on my wife’s face and at that moment I understood how much she needed me and I had better try to live through this.