Hearts are faint in nights' near
And they whisper silently for fear
And what is love that loves holds tears
But for me for love's boldness I have it clear
They say that she is scared
That what she sees may break her solid
And she faces not what makes her worried
That the winds may blow soothing married
That her blossoming beauty may just be wasted
And she hides from what she sees in her mirror, bothered
And those lovely eyes, falling back hair, dimples and skin tethered
May fall to squander and I watch her, even when she looks down tired
She knows not, she is scared to know, that she may love him, cleared
So I still watch her, little fingers, bright shy eyes, curvy lips, parted
I wish I would whisper a comforting word, that all is figured
And she needs not get worried, but she is, that bothered
And it's true what they say, that she is scared
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