In the quiet chambers where emotions reside,
A whisper of longing, a truth to confide.
I crave the dance of love, yet fear's embrace,
Afraid my trust might shatter in love's race

A coward, I admit, in matters of the heart,
Where wounds of trust tore love apart.
Marriage, a concept that sends chills,
A trap where terms surrender to silent hills.

You, beside me, a beacon of light,
Yet within, shadows cast by doubts take flight.
Happiness blooms, but I must confess,
I fear I'm not deserving of such tenderness.

In this hesitation, I share my truth,
A faltering step, a whisper of uncouth.
It's not you, dear, but fears I wear,
A shield against love, a burden to bear.

© paarooo