He Who Hesitates - Poem by Orlando Belo
I knew it was love when I first saw your face
you were younger by far, but that's no disgrace.
When we were introduced I could see in your eyes
that we were connected and mesmerised.
Our respective partners were also in this uncrowded room,
so we couldn't make a date it was much too soon.
Discreetly we smiled for the next two hours or so,
your eyes told me there was much more to follow.
At the end of the evening we said a polite goodnight,
but deep inside we knew this didn't feel right.
Our paths didn't cross again for quite a long time,
but when we did we connected and felt sublime.
With butterflies in my stomach I felt enthused inside,
your eyes and smile told me that we had to decide.
But nothing was planned for we dared not take the chance,
of breaking our partners hearts for an uncertain romance.
Oddly, whenever we saw each other our feelings were still there,
even though we had not said just how much we care.
Every time you smiled you brought a fluttering to my heart,
but when you were with your partner it tore me apart.
Can you remember when our fingers first touched on that sunny day?
We stared at each other and didn't know what to say.
My aching heart was throbbing and beating so fast
I thought it would explode with an almighty blast.
I'm sorry my darling for not asking you to be mine
we could've been together for all of this time.
I still have regrets and hate myself whenever I see you.
Especially now you have a new partner and you're pregnant too.
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