On Seeing You
You look at me,
and I'm afraid you'll see the thoughts which come
unbidden to my mind.
Like so many snowflakes, dancing, fleeting,
or ivies, grown entwined so thick
no other thought could find
room to grow free.
And I'm afraid of what you mean to me.

I look at you
And I'm afraid I'll see the thoughts which are
revealed within your eyes.
Or in your smile, so careful, posed,
that all hope in me dies a thousand deaths,
only to rise
and fly anew.
And I'm afraid of what I am to you.
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