The Way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
-So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so,
And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know,
-I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
-So lovers say.
(Rupert Brooke)
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