I despair over the thought that I may have hurt you

In love, they say, there's no fear

Mine terrifies me

and puzzles the rest

I foolishly intend

To make my love more legitimate

By hiding it away

Sparing you

yet another unsolicited adorer

In love, they say, all is fair

How dare someone reduce

love to fear?

Not wanting to hurt you

Is that I may have hurt you more

and hurting you I despair

I pride in my sensible judgement

But all you see

Is a coward with noble intentions

I have been on this road

I have felt my pride

Wearing my heart out.

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'It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.'

Mark Twain