My Greatest Fear

Give her my greetings when you meet

and when you see her mellow smile

I beg no words or news of me

in loosely gossiped heartthrob style.

Don't hustle me, don't bare my fears,

don't state uncovered thoughts I spoke

or mirthy tales of lover's cheer -

that's not the way I see my hopes

that's not the way that she should hear.

I know I'll soon take down my tent

her soul inside in dreams so clear.

The space outside is my lament;

her answer still my greatest fear.

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