Did Not

`Twas a new feeling---something more
Than we had dared to won before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips' impassioned touch--
`Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whispered 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 pressed it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till---Oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly erred,
And yet, who did not.

--THOMAS MOORE

If you say my eyes are beautiful, it's because they're looking at you.