We were just glances towards
an imagined romance,
there is no measure of absurdity
in love games’ insecurity,
What do I do….to get next to you?

Two weeks later, same time, same place
I’m blessed with your beautiful face, with
a bonus of a pungent fragrance, could the
scent be a sign for me to pursue?
I don’t know…What do I do?

Is this all just my imagination,
another romantic false alarm I’m facing,
why must I be so tormented by my
lack of courage in these situations,
If only your eyes gave a sign telling
me what I should do?

Days turn in to months and through
this fast passage of time brings
more tears of fear and resign as my
nerve declines, all because I’m forever
not sure What do I do?

Months turn to years, paths changed,
lack of nerve, turns to what I don’t deserve
causes even more sleepless nights
and so I became convinced that I
had no right to ever consider
because I was not sure enough
nor believed enough in the mystery
of my very first thought of the very
first glance, which was a divine hint...

Now hindsight is my affirmation to what
always was and what will always be
the answer to the life changing question
of self directed insecurity.......What Do I Do?