As long as we can go on living, dear,
my Lesbia, let’s go on making love.
Old men may moan. A penny’s worth above
the price of all their whinging, that is clear.
The sun can rise and set and rise again
we only get one moment in the light
and then we fall asleep, and that good night
is it forever. Let them fall like rain,
your kisses, on my lips, a thousand drops
two hundred more, and then a thousand more
a hundred next . They never get to bore,
each kiss is perfect, and it never stops,
Kisses that no-one envies, for we say
we’ve no idea how much we’ve kissed today.