She was like a sunflower in a gloomy field

Everywhere she goes, a bright radiance followed her

Her beige cardigan, her spirit of a golden retriever

Our eyes meet halfway through the night,

Her face turned red like a rose blush

Her innocent and novelty presence like a white duckling

They wonder about her like a sensual politics

The mind and heart argue like politics

Does she like me? Does she not?

My mind is hazy with thoughts of uncertainty

My fear of rejection steadily grows

I ask myself do I dare face fear and overcome 

this hurdle, finally the time was right

But the answer wasn’t, I ponder on what I could’ve, 

Done differently, or would it have made any differe.nce?

Why worry about the next chapter, when you already know the author.

In the end, I became content with reality and moved on.