I would not

I would not leave your heart to dwell
in any other sacred place,
than the nearest I can feel its beat,
as close to the noises mine too makes.

I would not hold your hand in mine
if it did not fit with perfect sense,
if our fingers clasped so tightly there,
met with the smallest, slightest pretense.

I would not steal your kiss today
only to tell you I must go,
I hold it on my lips and neck,
in the safest place I know.

I would not say I love you
if in the words no solemnity lie,
I say them, my love, in sincerest of breaths,
as can only be spoken of you and I.