I have my reservations.
Analyse my contemplations.
Realise owing to my observations
Arise the usual doubting assumptions.
But putting it off to later
What may, now, may just never.
But doing it, thinking, “whatever”?
No, I’d rather put it off to forever.
But if it may,
What, then, would I say?
Maybe if loving you was okay?
Maybe, “darling, how was your day?”
The fear of an event,
Happening or otherwise,
Perhaps leading to love’s beginning,
Perhaps leading to love’s demise.