Confidence with confidence, and every talk
Be like a long and needed walk
When flowers are picked, and almost--asides
Exchanged. Love is always like this
Even when there's no touch or kiss.
There are many kinds of relationships
But this is the best, as Plato said--
Even when it begins in a bed,
The gentle touching of hands and lips--
It is from such kindness friendship is made
Often, a thing not to be repaid
Since there is no price, no counting up
This and that, gift. Humility
Is the essential ability
Before the loved object. Oh, we can sip
Something that tastes almost divine
In such pure sharing--yours and mine.
[Elizabeth Jennings, 'Relationships']
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