Darling Nicole,
Even writing this paints me
a shade of red I'm all too
familiar with,
but I know you see through
my awkward darting glances; my attempts to flee
eye contact. Forgive me, behaving
like a sheepish wild dog, fearing any
connection with you, but you see,
my reservations are many.
With you, my hand trembles even waving.
Do I tell you how much I adore
you? If ever my audacity should precede me, I
will surely know my failure, and
this rejection will be all I have to remember you by.
So instead it shall remain crumpled on the floor.
From notwithoutpoetry.wordpress.com:
"Write a poem in the form of a letter to a person you desire but have not told, telling him or her what you would like to do to them."
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