Fearful fluttering, like butterfly wings,
Guilty conscience screaming out warnings,
Quietly trembling, feelings of breathlessness,
Yearning to understand what I cannot prevent.
I gaze upon him, and the trickling fire
Runs through my veins with burning desire,
Keep a tight rein, don't let it be known
That you're burning inside, it shouldn't be shown,
Yet daring to think I could beg to be touched,
Knowing full certain it would not be enough
To subdue the craving, hidden within,
Of a nightmare of need that seems almost a sin,
So powerful, so deep I can only weep.
Love is wasted, trust betrayed,
Like the promise at the end of a rainbow -
And then - the knock at the door - of hope.