In so many words you told me,
How special I am to you,
You've shown your depth of feeling by,
Nearly all you say and do.
He danced around drawing me near,
Then shied away filled with fear,
At the thought of risking his own heart.
I stand still, refusing to play,
A game a man with feet of clay,
Would play at the risk of my own heart.
In forthright words I told him,
Friendship is all I feel,
Trying my best to be gentle,
With him I fairly deal.
He answered with a coward's line,
As if the mistake was not his but mine.
As though I'd never held his heart,
Feeling half angry, half amused,
I grin refusing to feel used,
Just grateful he doesn't hold my heart.
The flower of my heart has yet to unfold,
And by playing it safe my love you'll never hold,
Only by risking oneself and playing it bold,
Will a man of God win my treasures untold...
