Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, I'd paint my mouth for you a fragrant red, And trace your mouth with gentle finger-tips. When you disclose your list of loves to me, Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed. And you laugh back, but you will never see The thousand little deaths my heart has died. And you believe, so well I know my part, That I am bright as morning, light as snow, And all the straining things inside my heart You'll never ever know. Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet, And you bring tales of fresh adventurings Of ladies never indiscreet, Of lingering hands, and dark whispered things. And you are pleased with me, and strive anew To sing me sagas of your late delights. Thus do you want me -- marveling, sweet, and true -- Not seeing my staring eyes of nights. And when, in search of novelty, you’ll stray, And, I can kiss you blithely as you go ... And what goes on, my love, while you're away, You'll never know.
