Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot,
And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,
When I give I give myself.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass. From “Songs of myself” verse 40. Read it free at Dailylit.com.