***? Let us not
Love? Let us dream of it
Lust? Let us desire the lust’d
Touch? Let us caress
Espy? Let us gaze
Fathom? Let us know empathy
Rest? Let’s
You? I dare
I? You swear’d
Alone  As I midst this written phase
Howbeit; these ways shown in tru’st light -
Whereon is the sooth’st luxury, merit and substance to things so proclaim as more and all is the span of thus limits
Are we here...truly?