Cowardly love

I see her across the way, pretty as can be.

In splendour she does play, but never once with me.

I take a forward step, timid and afraid.

Embraced in such regret, I turn and walk away.

Our lives are so entwined, she lives just down my street.

I see her from time to time, but never do we meet.

Long ago as kids, I admired her gentle away.

In her presence, well I hid, or turned and walked away.

As a teenager she did blossom, noticed by all the guys

With her high and ample bosom, she did hypnotize.

And her long blonde flowing hair, in the breeze how it did sway.

She’d catch me in a stare; I’d turn and walk away.

To proclaim my love, that is driving me crazy.

For my turtledove, the most perfect lady.

In cowardice I wallow, and wonder if I may

One day, my fear, swallow, and not turn and walk away.

We are much older now, she’s still just down the street.

And I wonder how, our paths will one day meet.

For she’s had many men, and cast them all away

I sit in waiting then, I turn and walk away.

This morning we did meet, nervously I stood.

Positively we did greet,  I wondered if she would.

I told her who I was, and asked if she might stay

I wont ask again because, she laughed and walked away.