Outside

I stand outside the circle looking in
With hopes to step inside and see within

 Prevented are my motions to approach,
With grace she me evades without reproach.

Our hands entwined I think the step has come,
With skins caress I think the step was won,

 But foolish me, I have not closer got
I still remain outside her every thought.

I search the path to enter in her heart,
To find the place where love can gain a start;

 But her life is shaded from my hoping eyes,
And knowing not her heart, I’m left unwise.

With anxious patience I’ll attempt the moves;
Until at last her heart of me approves.

J. Abram Barneck.
Copyright © 2004 by Rhyous, Inc.  All rights reserved.
Revised: 08 Feb 2004 22:28:18 -0700.

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