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/the-way-that-lovers-use/
