StormyDay

Shy

 

Alas, my sweet,

how you tease me so

with a passing glance,

or a friendly hello--

chance, a smile.

 

Those infintesimal gestures

draw me near

to your side;

held so dear,

yet I dare not stray too close.

 

Standing idly by--

I, small and meek--

gaze on at you,

for fear to speak,

lest you refuse me.

 

So I must be content

to stay at length,

and watch over you

'till I gain strength

to let go, I will be yours.

Comments3

  • dbremner

    You've written this very well. Words and picture fit perfectly.

  • Cheeky Missy

    Aw, so perfectly expressed! The image is cute and fitting, and the scenario you depicted too real and familiar....I love how you gently captured it in your stanzas. Beautiful and excellent!!

  • StormyDay

    Thank you for all your encouragemnet!



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