Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and Moor only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your Harland wore it around my necklike a necklace? That I kiss your hands more than I kiss your lips? Do they realize that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of Loveland that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?