Eyes wide open my heart leapt to the hope I was awash in.
I bridled all my feelings with the leather of keen caution.
Lady Luck’s a femme fatale I know better than to treat with.
Drunk from ardor’s wishing well she solicited her mean myth.
So here I am, back underground, peeking through my periscope.
Attending all with watchful eyes & nursing my forlorn hope.
It may appear to witnesses I’ve surrendered in defeat.
Though kissing frogs is sweaty work…which is rarely nice & neat.
So I await another chance to put my heart on auction.
Keen for love I may well be although never without caution.
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