so take my hand and hold it,
bend it gently to the light.
discover me, in a way that
i do not know myself.
say what you will, about my
health, fame and fortune,
but know that i will put a
finger to your gentle lips
if on love, you try to speak
of things i shouldn’t know,
like where you’re going to
and how i’ll stay behind,
how our separate ways are
written in these lines.
