Undecided
Your heart is tardy,
hardly used except to whisper
words of courteous affection.
Passion takes a backseat with your
carefully selected styles of self-protection.
'I love you' hardly ever leaves your lips.
Is it fear of letting go that stills your
soul, or the fear you'll get too close
that keeps you undecided?
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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