Every time I lean forward, I wonder… <br />Having a little trouble sending it my way? <br />The light strikes my blonde hair at a new angle. <br />Suddenly, the lightest things, you’re not able to say? <br />My eyes must have a hint of sparkle. <br />Anything the matter? <br />Or do you just worry, <br />You won’t be there after the silverware and plates’ clatter? <br />It’s getting wayward; I can tell I’m making it difficult. <br />Why bite your lips when I smile? <br />We must be at a dangerously close distance. <br />Do you want to now, or should I give it awhile? <br /> <br />You can whisper it, <br />If you’re afraid I’ll hear. <br />You can scream it, <br />If you think I won’t be near. <br />You can implore, <br />If you think rejection is clear. <br />You can command, <br />If you think you can get a girl through fear. <br /> <br />Or is it just the romance, <br />And the candlelight and soft voices <br />And the slow dance <br />That is making it impossible to say you hate me?<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romanced-and-tongue-tied/
