My words for you . . .
have been few
your name not overused
upon my tongue
adjectives sparce and repeated
Because to me
Your love is serious
I didn't step this way
to turn back
I didn't spin my feelings into lovely webs with shining prisms
Because so often
these have left
I felt at once so sure
that I terrified myself
I knew . . .
He said . . .
My rational thought filled my happy heart with dread
So there was no place for shallow, fancy poems
In the face of bold affection
shy but firmly
Love
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
My words for you . . .
have been few
your name not overused
upon my tongue
adjectives sparce and repeated
Because to me
Your love is serious
I didn't step this way
to turn back
I didn't spin my feelings into lovely webs with shining prisms
Because so often
these have left
I felt at once so sure
that I terrified myself
I knew . . .
He said . . .
My rational thought filled my happy heart with dread
So there was no place for shallow, fancy poems
In the face of bold affection
shy but firmly
Love
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