Romantic Love Poem - What lips my lips have kissed

What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
I have forgotten,
and what arms have lain
under my head till morning;
but the rain is full of ghosts tonight,
that tap and sigh
upon the glass and listen for reply.
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
for unremembered lads that not again
will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

.....Edna St. Vincent Millay