(sonnet attempt # IX)
IX
A butterfly I sit upon your hand,
A snowflake delicately sweet to you,
A dove soft promising love fore'er true,
A passionate brightly dancing flame and
A mystery unseen as yet, I stand
Now bantering words I may someday rue,
Half eager, hesitating, ingenue,
The trusting eyes, fluttering pulse you fanned
Now hope, misgive, wonder, play, dare to dream,
Give up, excitedly gasp, smile and wait....
To see if this is but a game or real,
If time will prove a new reality,
A realization of our dreams....our fate
Unknown,...as yet in the balance....we feel.
17Dec10