Not ready.
Not ready.
Not ready, not ready, not ready.
But wait I think I,
No!
You can listen to your heart over your mind, but only a fool or a child is guided by only one.
You, the babe drunk off her smile.
Her laugh.
Her touch.
Her indescribable.
Must now, think not of all that you want to gain.
But what you are willing to lose, and walk without.
Knowing it was haste and selfishness which lost it.
So step back.
Accept the things about yourself you cannot change.
And only time can.
Listen to her.
this angel.
This friend.
This person that has let you into her world.
And love her as such.