For fear of saying love
My mind is skating warily
For fear of some word from above
Or some more coincidental confirmation
For already I know it
As the leaf strokes my face
I know it to be true
Yet I dare not say so
Should the truth disappear
So easily as it did at first
Appear
The careful tread
Then not to be misread
As any sign of caution
Other than the fair time to give for love to nurture
As one would give to any primrose
Or petunia
Or vacation
To a concert or a tropical isle
Or better still, we set ourselves
To longer conversations
Hand held conversations
Somewhere called home
Still there
For our words to be chosen carefully
Through our laughter
Our smiles, our tears, our faint repose
For all of that to be
Quite natural
Uplifting
It is that which we propose
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