Quantum Est Quod Desit

'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dar'd to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd in every broken sigh
To speak, but did not!

She felt my lips' impassion'd touch;
'Twas the first time I dar'd so much,
And yet, she chid not;
But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,
'Oh! do you doubt I love you now?'
Sweet soul! I did not!

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I prest it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till - oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,
And yet who - did not!

by Thomas Moore

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An old favorite brought to the forefront of my mind. Two, acknowledging attraction, barely given opportunity. Forbidden romance, building passion. Seizing a moment, pushing against the bounds of lust and reason. Staying balanced, carrying the affair to the brink, but no further...