an old rocking chair
where the grandpa sat mumbling to himself
Friday, 22 April 2011
I dare not
I dare not shake your hand. I fear that I may not let go as soon as your hand connects with mine.
I dare not look at your smile. I fear I might not look away from that mesmerizing beauty.
I dare not talk to you. I fear I might say stupid stuff just to listen to your beautiful voice ring in my ears.
I dare not look into your eyes. I fear I just might fall in love with you.
I dare not love you. I fear that I might try to steal my best friend’s wife.
I dare not.