I Like You Met I Love You, Face To Face; The Path Was Narrow, And They Could Not Pass. I Like You Smiled; I Love You Cried, Alas! And So They Halted For A Little Space. "Turn Thou And Go Before," I Love You Said, "Down The Green Pathway, Bright With Many A Flower; Deep In The Valley, Lo! My Bridal Bower Awaits Thee." But I Like You Shook His Head. Then While They Lingered On The Span-Wide Shelf That Shaped A Pathway Round The Rocky Ledge, I Like You Bared His Icy Dagger'S Edge, And First He Slew I Love You, - Then Himself.