There is a sacred line in human closeness,
That passion and romance can never cross, –
Though lips may blend in silent, eerie stillness,
And hearts may break from love and feel the loss.
And friendship here is helpless, as are years
Of high and fiery happiness we knew,
When souls are free and far from sensory fears,
And from the sluggish, sensual languor too.
Those striving for it are by madness driven,
And those who reach it are struck down by grief...
Now you have understood why to your hand
My beating heart will never grant relief.