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.