Forgive my weary eyes
and forgive these reluctant hands.
They'd say nothing for me
in a time that was right.
Oh! to be consumed by
a desire for the perfect moment.
Alone. It will take your breath away.
Tired and long worn out
So Settle?
This time it was the wrong time.
But if eyes stay weary?
Hands still reluctant?
Someday it may be the
only choice.
