Everything Was Beautiful, and Nothing Hurt

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. 

"As we melt let's make no noise 
oh the profanation of our love 
to tell the world our passing joys! 
And we, besides, care less to miss 
our eyes and lips and hands." 

(but honey, I'm not who you think I am!) 

"And so you'll be to me 
who must obliquely run 
"thy firmness makes my circle just, 
and makes me end where I begun" 
There's nothing wrong 
as I'll be somewhere singing all along." 

(no! tell me, where have you gone, my love.)