“Twas not my lips you kissedBut my soul”
“For twas not into my ear you whispered,But into my heart.Twas not my lips you kissed,But my soul.”
“Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore”
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
“When I kiss Agathon my soul is on my lips, where it comes, poor thing, hoping to cross over.”
“I know your soul. It’s there in every note”. He brushes my lips with his. “You can’t fake that. You can’t hide it”