Containment

I no longer really care if any
Other people know how we two feel.
Of course sometimes it's pleasant to tell many
About our love, but does that make it real?
No, it is loving that makes love increase
And sweetness that makes sweets pleasant to eat;
So long as we two love and never cease,
It does not matter how many we meet,
Or of those many, whom we choose to tell.
It only matters that we love each other,
And since we do, then everything is well:
We can tell everybody and their mother,
Or nobody at all. Boast or be still
Who cares? Our loving is an act of will.