There’s a Chill in the Air

IF I MUST WAIT

If I must wait alone for love to wake,
How can I keep my heart from growing cold?
The night winds cause my empty hands to shake.
I long for something, someone, warm to hold,
But love sleeps on. I wish that I were bold
Enough to shake her from her languid state.
But frightened of her wrath, I sit and wait.

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