5 MAY 1990, Page 29

You make love and you live together now Where we

were shy and made love by degrees. By kiss and invitation we learnt how Our love was growing. You know few of these Tokens and little gifts, the gaze of eye To eye, the hand shared with another hand. You know of few frustrations, seldom cry With passion's stress, yet do you understand The little gestures that would mean so much, The surging hope to be asked to a dance? You take the whole of love. We lived by touch And doubt and by the purposes of chance And yet I think our slow ways carried much That you have missed — the guess, the wish, the glance.

Elizabeth Jennings