It's that anticipation,
It's that fear,
That nervousness of unknowing.
Cold fisted fear,
Which keeps me standing here.
That wanting of what is unknown,
That hope for what isn't shown,
That love of which is unspoken,
That vow that has not been chosen.
The need for love,
When there is love aplenty.
The need for a wish,
When I have made twenty.
A belief that has been crushed and rebuilt by many.
The single flame of courage, the colour of uncertainty.
The trust in which would be bestowed in you.
Is a trust I have yet to find.
The single feeling of utter completion,
Is one I have not been able to call mine.
A single word is all it would take.
But I force it behind my nervous eyes.
An embrace of comfort that hasn't been given.
Could awaken a love,
That was once thought unforgiving.
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