Love Me Little, Love Me Long

Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot or strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the 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,
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.