She invokes such feeling,
From within,
She sees me,
Me !the unseen.
Yet as sure as I am Smitten,
Fear threatens to cripple me.
And overrule my young passion.
I try to tread ; slow as I can,
This uncharted feeling.
Of undiluted passion,
The thin line
Of love and indecision.
But I must make that first step,
That young lovers make,
That sums it all up.
That trusting fall,
We all must make,
If ever we expect;
That much more than we deserve.
YOU ARE READING
Song Of The Muses.
PoetryErato, ancient keeper of the golden arts . Whisper tales from eons lost. Remind us mortals of stories lost throughout the ages ,remembered only by you,the muses.
