In terms of interplay, let's play it well -
Discovery, oft made in spite of fear,
Does seem, when honoured fully, to endear
Coy souls inured not to romance's spell.
In terms of interplay, we long to tell
E'en that at which we do, in leisure, peer
When memory brings fancy's children near,
And they, nigh novel, seem to ring some bell.
But we, by circumstance, kept far apart,
Are yet inclined, half comforted, to lie,
Or to infer what's in the other's heart.
Ah, Beauty now, in this beholder's eye,
Is such that she is likely e'en to start
What would, if savoured, cause e'en fools to sigh!