A blush
the tell tale sign,
of feelings held
deep inside.

A stolen glance
a longing look,
to the one in front of you
as they walk away.

The reckless thoughts
of a mind impassioned,
the path chosen
perhaps not by choice.

But who would
choose to betrothe
one's heart to another.

Are not all attachments
accompanied by pain, sorrow,
heartbreak and betrayal?

Only the bravest and
most brazen of us dare
face the plunge of fate
that we call love.