My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.
I brim with pride instead of shame, in fact.
Nobody else can share my privacy.

My darling doesn’t do discourtesy,
but flourishes as my ideal of tact.
My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.

I’d relish what would be reality
if I could meet the partner I’d attract.
Nobody else can share my privacy.

I wonder how more perfect love could be
than what we’d have, that pure and so exact.
My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.

I’d hurry home to share philosophy,
to open heart-to-heart, to keep our pact.
Nobody else can share my privacy.

We’re not insane. We know a fantasy.
We don’t ignore the way our dreams diffract.
My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.
Nobody else can share my privacy.

(Villanelle)