The fear that you sense here on the first page
is fear that I carry with me to next stage
and while my heart wants to scream in simple cold rage
you give me cold shoulder, put my heart in cage
my mind starts the race and decides to engage
in actions in hope that they will enrage
your chocolate eyes to command me to fine
your strawberry lips to become narrow line
determination is lined on your young face
you walk so fast, I can’t keep up the pace
I just wish you listen hard and hear
what my heart whispers, the words of my fear
so why don’t you slow down, my darling dear
forest and trees – they are different, it’s clear
open your mind and to me turn your ear
open you heart because love will soon sear
21 June 2008
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