A kiss is not a kiss, lest my eyes do kiss you too;
And Love is not love when in fire—melts;
When tested by time— remembers not its youth;
A touch of your hand is but love enough,
And sweet words softly spoken do not waste,
Lest lighted on vanity –they curdle—
Made bitter by imprudent haste:
Yet simple words are as melodies in my ear;
The hint of your hand— requited passion for my heart;
And a kiss from your eyes—a kiss enough— a kiss, no lips could ever impart.