In honey eyes,
I always falter;
such grace just out of grasp.
His towering dreams,
my striving never really seems to clasp.
I plead it is my best,
though my words fall weak and shy,
I'm a lover not quite perfect-
shame,
I often wonder why.
Lost deep in the shadows
and his vision slips away,
A growing void,
a cold abyss,
where our emotions often fray.
I beg my lover hear my heart,
The beats are far too soft,
For stallion as it may feel,
The goal grows more aloft.
It's too gentle,
just a subtle cry
Underneath our starry sky.