You shake soft
as you envision the loss.
You muse on the end.
It is displayed in your reluctant eyes.
They gaze down ready for defense.
She must be deceptive.
For in the midst of your terror,
Her affection is devoted.
She is captivated by the utterance of your love.
She is taken.
You hold Love's breath, fearful of rejection.
And yet she comes undone when you expose love’s revelation.
You shake soft
as you slowly fight against your deception,
for she returns with affection.
While this doubt lingers,
She calls to you to acknowledge her illusive confession.
You shake soft and she will endeavor with a frail reply
to give you rest and welcome.
But love is not displayed rightly by her reaction.
Never convincing.
For her love is beyond your expectant vision.
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