Why love must wait

Cold feet about falling in love..

Why love must wait

To be inspected as though it were hate
It is the fear that we know too late
That this was not our fate

But the cost of loss
It too great to toss
One's love to chance
And hope that nought but romance

Will conceive itself to thrive
When thus at its goal arrive
When bereft of reason
While we await the season

It loses its lustre
And must soon be laid to pasture
And so go against this grain
I commit to face the rain

That may be born of my impetuosity