The Way That Lovers Use by Rupert Brooke

The Way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word, 
And their lips meet, and they do kiss, 
—So I have heard. 

They queerly find some healing so,
And strange attainment in the touch; 
There is a secret lovers know, 
—I have read as much. 

And theirs no longer joy nor smart, 
Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, 
—So lovers say.