And so,
after all the words
have been spent,
this is
how love is:
the lover
adores from above
and does not need
to show his face,
his beloved
bathed in affection,
eyes closed
in holy rapture,
both lost
to this world
and
both lost
in each other.
Gustav Klimt, The Kiss (Lovers), oil and gold leaf on canvas, 1908–1909. Österreichische Galerie Belvedere, Vienna, 180 cm × 180 cm
