Timid is this heart, unwilling to admit desire.Pent within constraints frivolous and restrained.
Under fingers gently touching, this heart, pain mired.
Illusions of loveliness, burned on modernity’s pyres.
Dawns revealing light, gives hope in my night.
Unable to relinquish, her image, stills this heart.
To start, then refrain, from sharing a hearts message again.
Willed to complacency in my own timidity.