No, don't come close. Allow me from afar
to love, adore and worship your two eyes.
For joy is finest in anticipation
rather than in achievement of her prize.
No, come no closer. Anxiety is sweeter
when it combines expectancy and fear.
Pleasure is best when journeying towards it
and happiness is promise and foreboding.
No, don't come closer. Shall I tell you why?
All things maintain their quality and shine
like stars, when they keep distant. Do not dream
of letting those two eyes of yours touch mine.
