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What Do I Do?
What do I do with this heady feeling,
Birds in the trees singing their song sweetly
As they notice my lack of concealing
The utter joy this morning's brought to me?
What do I say as I listen to you
Regale me with tales of your hits and misses
When in fact all I really want to do
Is draw you close and cover you with kisses?
What do I tell myself when I recall
The countless yesterdays that brought me sorrow
In spite of a gallant and graceful fall,
A looking forward to a fond tomorrow?
When you seize the moment and steal that kiss
What do I do? What do I do with this?
Not. A. Thing.
