Smitten Strangers
When across this bustling crowd
Our loving eyes hew secret tunnels
Their sweet messages to exchange
And two strangers dumb and numb with love
Suddenly want to kiss but not with their lips,
To hug but not with their arms,
And to confess love but not with their tongues
Whilst their tongues, lips, and arms shed
their numbing coats of ice—
It is just then that their flaming eyes
Must reach across the thawing ice and by one
look plant a kiss; and another a hug; and
yet another a confession.
For between smitten strangers too timid to touch,
A loving look makes the softest kiss,
A longing look the warmest hug,
And a daring look the loudest confession of love.
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