Timid Eyes
Timid eyes
From the forest
Beckon; yet hold back,
Wanting to love;
Afraid to trust.
Lithe body
Like a deer
Ready to spring
At the first sign
Of danger.
Delicate features
Worthy of infinite contemplation,
Question,
Ready to colour
At the slightest provocation.
I want to coax her
From the forest,
Show her
There is nothing to fear,
Yet; I know there is.
So, from a distance
I watch
The timid gentle creature,
All I can give her
Is freedom.
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