What Do I Do?

 
We were just glances towards an imagined romance,
there is no measure of absurdity  in love games’ insecurity,
What do I do….to get next to you?

Two weeks later, same time, same place
I’m  blessed with your beautiful face,
with a  bonus of a pungent fragrance
Could the scent be a sign for me to pursue?
I don’t know…What do I do?

Is  this all just my imagination,
Another romantic  false alarm I’m facing,
Why must I be so tormented by my
Lack of courage in these situations,
If only your eyes gave a sign telling
Me what I should do?

Days turn in to months and thru this
fast passage of time brings more
tears of fear and resign as my
Nerve declines
all because
I’m forever not sure
What do I do?

Months turn to years,
Paths changed, lack of nerve
What I don’t deserve causes even more sleepless nights
and so I became convinced that I had no right to ever consider
because I was not  sure enough
nor believed enough in the mystery
of my very  first thought
of the very first glance,
which was a divine hint and
now hindsight is my affirmation to what
always was and what will always be the answer
to the life changing question

What Do I Do?