Yet another poem by me
Fear fills me in this unsure state,
Terror troubles me as never before,
Worry overwhelms me as I wait,
The awkward anticipation I endure.
Foolishly I fret over all that I said,
Wondering if my words were wrong,
Paranoid that the passions gone dead,
Or perhaps presented itself too strong.
I am distressed yes, but also elated,
The potential for perfection to be attained,
For such sensations so long have I waited
To no longer allow myself to be contained.
Freedom I’ve found being imprisoned in her eyes.
Loneliness may I lose to gain life’s greatest prize
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