Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear...

I am sitting here, but my mind is still in the kiss and cry area of the arena when we were waiting for the scores.