Two hearts, stolen, exchanged
the pain and joy of newfound love
waiting for the voice on the phone
every little thing just increases desire

wishing, hoping, admiring, longing,
building slowly inch by inch
but afraid to touch
the rose, for fear of thorns

a perverse dance of avoidance
a fear disguised as prudence
stubborn denial of every nerve and sinew
that screams out commit!

mere possibilities, of loss, of hurt
strangle the exultant joy
to a painful almost
A safety rope will hold you back