A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I never planned to tell you how I feel.

I didn’t want to wake up from this dream,

but you asked: I couldn’t help but reveal

the truth, regardless what occurs downstream.

Proverbially, it’s started raining men.

Attention lingers every way I turn.

Ironically, I can’t enjoy it when

you are the one my heart’s begun to yearn.

If your hold on my heart is yet this deep,

to hold my interest captive through all this,

then now must be the time blindly to leap

and risk my pride in hope of just one kiss.

Perhaps I should have known you’d break my falls

with that same charm you used to breach my walls.

5 December 2010