What if my love were but conditional,
A matter of an if, an and, a but,
And all devotion were additional
To other feelings; and, I ask you, what
If everything I felt were underwritten
By deeper meanings trenched within my soul-
If what I meant when I said I was smitten
Was less than that I had been taken whole
And more that I was, in a certain way
Possibly devoted in a sense
To something like you, and that I might say
I would perhaps love in some future tense?
Would it still matter what I say and do,
Even if I said then that I loved you?
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