There was a chaste kiss
That played on our lips
For a moment or two—
To have such a kiss
What would a soul that loves those lips not do?
A familiar name
Stayed on our lips
For a moment or two—
To swim in that name
What would a name that loves that name not do?
What was long ago in the heart,
By this life, and this art,
Was a rhyme, a simple one,
That knew whom I had spoken to
When God—who hides from all—was you.
