Ruth Desjardins What will I do
Love that waits in shackles,
Desire fiercely damned
Behind a wall of friendship –
I dare not touch your hand;
But while I wait for you
Oh love,
What will I do with my hands?
Love that’s overflowing,
Spilling from my eyes,
Desire that must turn away
Until its fire dies;
But while I feel its warmth,
Oh love,
What will I do with my eyes?
Love that leave me reaching,
Desire that alarms
I hold myself in tight control.
Aware of all your charms;
But while you stand so close.
Oh love,
What will I do with my arms?
Love that seeks expression,
In words I tell you of
The way I have been dreaming
About the touch of love;
But while we have to wait,
Oh please,
What will I do with my love?
Love that leaves me trembling,
Impatient on the shelf,
Desire keeps me thinking
Of you and little else;
But while I await your touch,
Oh love,
What will I do with myself?
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