Shy is my heart,
No doubt,
But it’s in shroud,
Comes in bouts
My feelings
As I feel anything
About.
Only fortunate can pry
Others only roam
For parking by.
Locked it’s always.
Key lies in your approach,
Your beautiful ways,
Not in a beautiful key ring
Or your invisible sway.
No money,
No enticement,
No amusement
Opens the chambers
As not all are members.
At times pure dots open,
Sometimes selfless chuckle
At times silence defeats,
At times, time gone.
Now it’s up to your
Smile,
Dots,
Silence,
Approach
Or your hues.
See my heart is yours.
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