Let that be the love: a silent understanding,
In which you, nor I, ever have to speak.
Love is too willful. Love is too demanding.
We know we loved when both of us were weak
And, for those kisses, I would be weak again,
But kissing is rude. We need understanding.
Those who know, and would speak,
Should not. Theirs is weakness about the weak.
Let everyone return to innocence and silence.
I kissed you, and have not kissed anyone since.