You are so many things: A blossoming tree, laden with potential, A snowy field, unblemished by tracks, An unfamiliar language, beautiful in your complexity. You hold the promise of excitement- happiness. Your novelty is captivating. But if I've learned anything from the past, It is to set my expectations low- That nothing is as splendid as it seems from afar. So forgive me for keeping my distance; I will stay just out of reach For as long as possible, Because as soon as you get too close, I will see you for what you are, And your mystique will fade.