Behold the young lovers' naked intimation:
their similarities number more than their differences;
their souls, exquisitely aware, receive from their senses
those delights and frolics of pleasure, then the climactic surge
during which any two lovers' soul eagerly come to converge.
This is not for prudes' and haters' derogation,
but for the Poets' elated celebration.
Look to the starlit sky, that describes them in constellation.
Starward