Whenever confronted by beauty, like a rose


    or the soft enchanting gaze of a lovely lady


    there are feelings deep down that no one knows


    as my heart becomes a cell, and I the detainee.


    I’ve fallen in love many times, almost every day


    when I lock eyes, or even smile at a pretty face.


    Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.??Most times I am terrified, unsure of what to say


    cowardice ruining any chance of warm embrace.


    And days when I do speak, sometimes it’s alright


    as I make overtures and attempt to break the ice.


    Some days words come easy, others can be a fight


    for I continue the long search for my lost paradise.


    One day I shall find her, or she might discover me


    someone to grow old with and share a cup of tea.