Everything Was Beautiful And Nothing Hurt

As we melt let's make no noise, oh, the profanation of our love
To tell the world our passing joys
And we, besides, care less to miss, our eyes and lips and hands
(But honey, I'm not who you think I am)

And so you'll be to me, who must obliquely run
Thy firmness makes my circle just
And makes me end where I begun, there's nothing wrong
As I'll be somewhere singing all along
(No, tell me, where have you gone, my love)