Drag your dagger upon my numb, blinded heart; And let me kiss you—never to be apart. That way of thy embrace, one that makes my heart skip a pace: it presses onto my scar, all which only you caused so far. O, how it harmonizes the pain and comfort. I know not, If thy love comes along with a dove, Or a strike of an iron club. Still, let me kiss you for it— For I know not the feeling— that odd concept of loving.