What can I do? Your soft eyes shine,
Intoxicate my heart like wine,
They bond my blood, they kiss, they lift;
I reach for you - and then they drift
Away; how can I make you mine?
I cannot sleep, I twist and pine;
I write to you, slow line by line,
Rehearse each word, select and sift;
What can I do?
Love me, my love, so free, so
fine;
I cry for you, you make no sign.
I give you all I am, the gift
Of all my life, my soul; be swift
To take it - for should you
decline
What can I do?
(July, 1988)
