Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head
And drink your rushing words with eager lips
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips
When you rehearse your list of loves to me
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died
And you believe, so well I know my part
That I am gay as morning, light as snow
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings
Of ladies delicately indiscreet
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights
Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights
And when, in search of novelty, you stray
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go
And what goes on, my love, while you're away
You'll never know