The Approach Poem by Gilbert Ortega

Can't you see the risk I take
To chance myself at your fair wake
To ask your hand and beg your love
With starry eyes these words I prove.
But weary you remain sweet nymph
No eager lips nor wonton hips.
Your cautious will of the hardest stone
Will keep you chaste and all alone.
But my prying eyes still can't resist
The waiting quiver of lips unkissed.
Though haste it seems my seized approach
It's not for lust that I encroach.
But willfully does my soul move
To be with you and have your love.