Perfect Confidence

 
I sometimes flush quite deeply when I rise  
To greet you, though you look sharp as you stare;  
You're silent as you watch me; I prepare  
For you to pause and take me by surprise;  
The faintest smile could light up your eyes:  
I wonder if my untouched lips will dare  
To show a hint of happiness to scare  
The gravity from your regard; the sighs  
Should draw you close to me - or so I hope;  
And you will see my pulse leap, when you're close;  
As I bare neck and throat, you take the chance  
To tie my hands with love and with that rope  
To make my colour ebb, you might suppose,  
But you'd be wrong: I've perfect confidence.