We cannot see ourselves and cannot know
The wild excesses that our love can bring.
And yet I fear that, as in everything,
Once we have started, we can't take it slow,
And so those all around us will soon grow
Disgusted with us, and the way we cling.
Still I would not give up for anything
The hold we have upon each other. So
I must admit I find an impasse here,
For we will not, cannot give up each other,
And yet I cannot wish that we should smother
Our friends with such a feeling. It is clear
What the solution is, and I'll derive it:
Henceforth we must spend far more time in private.
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