So If You Love Me
　　by Ruth Herschberger
　　 So if you love me you will tolerant

　　 Be of the nature that is with me sent.

　　 I cannot be a different thing although

　　 For your sake， to win you， I would grow

　　 Wings and shed thorns，

　　 Be weed， or newly born，

　　 Anything so to please you，

　　 But I'm myself and cannot ease you.

　　 Come kindly to me then， forgiveness use，

　　 Do not heap on my patent-wrongs abuse，

　　 For your sake I'd be different but am not，

　　 For your sake I'd have other needs forgot，

　　 But I am one

　　 And they are of the sum

　　 Of me， and will not set me free

　　 From my desires， which still follow me.

　　 Oh choose， and choose me wholly， so we be

　　 All of imperfectness， but summary.

　　 Be sum， no fraction， though a fraction may

　　 Marvelous wonder easily convey，

　　 Yet it's but part

　　 And may not be the heart，

　　 The whole is all of us， if we use not

　　 All strata， love's geology's forgot.