Hesitation

there she sits,
across the room,
and all i can do is stare.
"so beautiful and young,
and so alive"
yet, i am unable to reveal my heart.

perhaps she feels the same
yet is afraid as i am.
perhaps i am a fool and
everyone laughs at me.

it is not as if she is a stranger,
for she is my close friend
someone that i love deeply...
someone that i trust and care for.
maybe my love has grown beyond
the bounds of common friendship.

surely my profession of love
can not destroy the bond we share.
though, i cannot help but think
it will change it in some way.

will i be approached with apprehension
will she question each embrace.
have i marred the very friendship i cherish,
have i pushed away the one i want close?

I am the fool,
the fool who writes of love
in hopes that one day
some fair maiden will rescue
this never-to-be prince.

07.03.1997