Timid Love

F
ill my goblet with love
And let me quaff it to drunkenness
You! Beautiful dove!
Your beauty is my sickness
You avoid looking into my eyes
Struggling to prison the secret in your heart
But your caress of the dog
Exposes you!
Reveals you!
…It is too affectionate for a dog.
Both of us know
What the other endeavors not to show
Both of us cherish the dream
And hope to get the extreme!
…To keep the ember agleam.
 
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