Maiden
We hold out our hand, in offering of heart,
The feeling of my palm, pressed against hers,
Is one I have to wait for, distance apart.
Some strange feelings grow, in beating of heart,
This feeling in my mind, longing of stares,
I stand here alone, but I play my part.
You hold high regard, unknowing of my heart,
In difference of time, the strongest of cares,
Our mutual calm friendship, belies it's start.
Sitting in this room, a new place for my heart,
New surroundings, my mind is elsewheres,
Longing begins to grow, my mind's depart.
The feeling of my palm, pressed against hers,
Is one I have to wait for, distance apart.
Some strange feelings grow, in beating of heart,
This feeling in my mind, longing of stares,
I stand here alone, but I play my part.
You hold high regard, unknowing of my heart,
In difference of time, the strongest of cares,
Our mutual calm friendship, belies it's start.
Sitting in this room, a new place for my heart,
New surroundings, my mind is elsewheres,
Longing begins to grow, my mind's depart.