Silk shines in the moonlight,
A glimmer to catch the eye.
As prey does fly, a hunter spies..
To catch a life within a web of lies.

I'll avoid eye contact,
And speaking.
I'll walk silent, as though sneaking.
I am not here today;
If I am, no one sees me.

Intimidatingly alluring, that is what you are.
I cannot keep my awkwardness from stirring,
As I try to be smooth whilist my thoughts are still churning.
I keep messing up the words, from my mouth that come out.

You're even more fine, than the best dwarven stout,
With an essence of strength, though you keep yourself at length.
Even without a stash of memories, of you, in my mind;
Thoughts of you still cross, I find.
This is but a simple note to entwine your mind with rhyme,
I find you sublime, and I think you're divine.

Thou shall refrain from embracing the sun,
Or even setting course, too near a star;
In fear of the heat, exhaustion, and getting burned.

Though in time we all do learn, a trip can be more than but a destination..

It can become a journey in search of love, worth or salvation,
A trip becomes a memory, those memories become a life been lived.
And what good story exists without a point
Of

...Hesitation.

Will you make a point to stare into her eyes,
On days when you suspect, that her smile tells lies.
Will you remember to graze her skin,
On days you feel, she hurts within.
Could you carry the burden of telling only truths,
Instead of being brief, and consistently aloof.
Will you remember the small things, as well as the large,
And learn that the small, can be as large as the stars.
True love is never brief, it is not shallow, it can only be deep.
It is what many ignore, yet forever seek,
Burried by everything, but still under our feet.