Just Friends        You want to be Just Friends, you say,    Just friends, friendly and serene,    You want to stay in contact, but    You must tell me what you mean:      Will you walk with me,    Your eyes on other men,    And not take my hand, never    Clasp my hand again?      Will you tell me stories, love,    Your adventures in the world,    Your days and passion nights,    All for me, unfurled?      When you look at me, love,    Will your eyes be blank and cold,    Will you see nothing there, and    No one you could wish to hold?      How shall we talk, my love,    If not in whispers and in sighs,    How ever shall we talk, my love,    After our goodbyes?