Whenever confronted by beauty, like a rose

or the soft enchanting gaze of a lovely lady

there are feelings deep down that no one knows

as my heart becomes a cell, and I the detainee.

I’ve fallen in love many times, almost every day

when I lock eyes, or even smile at a pretty face.

Most times I am terrified, unsure of what to say

cowardice ruining any chance of warm embrace.

And days when I do speak, sometimes it’s alright

as I make overtures and attempt to break the ice.

Some days words come easy, others can be a fight

for I continue the long search for my lost paradise.

One day I shall find her, or she might discover me

someone to grow old with and share a cup of tea.