I knew not your name but my first glance at your sweet looks made me sure that you would be my first and only love.
As I moved nearer to you, I was convinced that my days as single were ended. Like one-hand clapping, one heart beating, both missing the magical unity.
Time past, and time future, the time separated would still be cruel.
Don't I want you here rather than there to satisfy my desires?
My intoxication grows as our hands entwine. Can this last or will it pass?
