When you, a stranger, came on too strong,
I immediately thought there was something wrong.
But how much beauty fails to speak
Because we are too wise and weak?
How much love by caution killed?
A colosseum empty, when it should be filled?
A Shelley dead, because he was too bold?
Love sitting around until it’s old?
The landscape is ruined with ruins wild.
I should have kissed. But smiled.