Like trying to slip quietly through a house;
Don’t be disturbed and please don’t remark.
Small steps, not to wake even a mouse,
Slipping out a window into the dark,
Cautiously, I think of you- infatuated?
Or in this night, and others, is there more?
Do you too, and should I feel elated?
My heart (and feelings) - Like silencing a squeaking door.
This new chance flutters, and wishes to be stated,
So unsure, I’m moving on an eggshell floor
Love is a song with effort and guitar,
Maybe you’d hear it if I waited.
Until I feel free and right to explore,
While now the music would sound bizarre.