My lover’s smile
is like a winter eve
Gentle lips with
silent mirth within his eyeBut a maiden bears no heart upon her sleeve
When she knows that he may make her cry
You are like the stars, a far flung dream
But it is common word to know
That to confess my love to thee
Is but a fool’s move, for the stars just come and go
Many a poet has fallen for you
And likened you to the skies
But when you confess your love to the moon
You do not expect a reply
Do I halt my lips, and hide my heart for fear of the unknown
Or do I dare to lose, and let the seed of love’s spring bloom grow
