Not Being Worthy Of You

On an afternoon amorously, stolen In a youthful moment, I watched you at play, Swinging on a willow bough like a poem I lassoed with a stolen rope, yesterday. Oh how I watched like a stowaway - just you In awe and wonder those white pleats of your dress Strewn sideways made my heart race my blood imbue With those heavens, sunlit beauties acquiesce. As you danced a ballet, walked on air Spun a spinning dervish in love with the world I cherished them few stowaway, moments, there But with that new insight into your; heart, world. Miserly dark myself I turned that day dark… When in mid-sentence you said you loved me too Someone striking as you left me agog Afraid was I of not being worthy of you.