Seclusion

The bouncing little laugh-beams of your eyes Quake through your arms and hands And shake out from your lips right into mine. Our kissing and caressing, it is one--- With nothing else we know of; it is rare As---there is nothing else so rare. Priceless diamonds, blazing city lights, How common all these are, And common is the shooting star. Our love speaks, lives, triumphs, in secret heights; Only we do know them, and that is great. We are the selfish masters of our fate.