Marie Joussaye

“ If he but love me I can bear the rest.”
Another woman prayed with drooping head:
“Oh Angel! will my love love me?” she said,
The Angel’s tears fell fast like summer rain
As soft he answered her, “Thy prayer is vain;
He loves another and can never be
More than a true and faithful friend to thee,”
And then she slowly raised her drooping head
And smiling through her tears she softly said:
“He may not love me other than a friend,
But I love him and will unto the end
Of time, aye, and through all eternity
And that alone is heaven enough for me.” ”