宇上月夏的天空

Love me little love me long 
Is the burden of my song 
Love that is too hot or strong
Burden soon to waste 
Still, I would not have thee cold
 Not too backward, nor too bold
Not that lasteth till its old 
Fadeth not in haste 
Love me little, love me long 
 Is he burden of my song

If thou love me too much 
It will not prove as true as touch 
Love me little,more than such 
 For I fear the end 
I am with little well content 
And a little from thee sent 
Is enough,with true intent
 To be steadfast friend