Passion’s legions first confession is oftentimes a miss,
Fervent servants’ first temperament is oftentimes a kiss,
You pursue to unearth a soul unclaimed ,
A scenic life, perhaps a significant other,
You wish for reassurance & revelations,
& yet always a twinge of doubt teeters.
Will we coldly stand & talk in place & leave it to chance forever,
Shall we hold hands & lock in embrace for this dance together.