The intimacy of love |
| The beauty of our eyes have seen no compromise of modesty and whispers to our heart's deceit A virtue of our smiles confess the simplicity and nakedness delighting what our hearts detest Trophies of a noble shame where shadows of a kiss remain in murmurs that our hearts betray When counseling a lover's charm the radiance of tender warmth brings measure to our heart's reward The taste of sweet may linger on when absence of our fair grows fond and longing in our hearts are gone Bespeaking of a rampant bliss may delight and dwell amidst the remnant of our heart's remiss |