Anxious Ardor
They talk about not taking it too far,
when first meeting someone.
Arbitrary limits to thoughts set the bar,
setting inanities, falsehoods, to be spun.
All are so afraid of coming on too strong,
most definitely including me.
Feeling a spark quickly shouldn't be wrong,
should even be a goal, far as I can see.
I let the hook-up culture hijack my mind,
made me see all in a lesser light.
Someone awesome I hardly hoped to find,
some redress here I seek, with what I write.
After so long with zero real connections,
this is alien ground.
'Dating rules' shouldn't dictate affections,
by procedure I don't wish to be bound.
Ever done something, and knew right away
it wasn't a good move?
I've done that plenty, could promptly say
of my own action I didn't approve.
But that didn't happen when I met you,
not by a far cry.
It was the reverse, if I speak true,
at the end of the night hated to say goodbye.
Your grayish green eyes said "hi"
before so did that charming smile.
And what, even more, kept me flying high,
was that we laughed the whole while.
I also enjoyed your friends very much,
and especially your wit.
We both felt good, told each other such,
and I won't deny magic when I see it.
Out of that aforementioned fear,
it'll likely be awhile before this you see.
I'd rather not feel that one can be *too* sincere,
but won't risk whatever this may be.
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