The way that lovers use is this; <br /> They bow, catch hands, with never a word, <br />And their lips meet, and they do kiss, <br /> -- So I have heard. <br /> <br />They queerly find some healing so, <br /> And strange attainment in the touch; <br />There is a secret lovers know, <br /> -- I have read as much. <br /> <br />And theirs no longer joy nor smart, <br /> Changing or ending, night or day; <br />But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, <br /> -- So lovers say.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/way-that-lovers-use-the/
