Too Afraid to Love You

#8

Amidst a garden, there blooms a rose
With petals soft as silken clothes
Its beauty stuns, its scent, a bliss
But one must heed the thorns that hiss
For danger lies in the heart of this.

And yet, I cannot help but yearn
To dance with danger and to learn
To pluck the rose, to take the chance
Though fear and doubt my heart entrance
And I am left in this agonizing trance.

For I fear that she cannot see
The love I bear, that it may be
Too much for her to comprehend
Her heart, too fragile to extend
Her love to me, a broken end.

And so, I am too afraid to say
What my heart longs to convey
To speak the truth, to take the leap
And risk my heart, my soul to keep
For fear that she's not ready to reap.

O love, sweet love, a moth am I
Drawn to your flame, though I may die
Too fragile to withstand the fire
Too afraid to satisfy this desire
And so, I'll wait, consumed by this pyre.