Getting to Know You... Getting Me Hurt

Saw her coming in to chapel

flawlessly dress: matching blouse with

Skirt, under a elegant coat; 

Straight and shiny hair down to her

Back; purse held exquisite between 

Her arm and hand- camel brown- 

And her three inch high heels.

Treated her life a lady once approaching 

Her, "Hey, nice to meet you... my 

Name is...," and around the 

People and peers, quietly and gently 

Starting a conversation, a part of me.

Texted her, invited her, called her,

Approached her, smiled at her, laughed

At her and with her... but this is 

My perspective... what I'd give to 

Know hers.

Already I fear of losing her, even

Though she is not mine to have;

Fear because of her innocence, her 

beauty, her tenderness, her sweetness,

Her godliness... fear of her 

Other acquaintances, of her 

Other predators, and thinking 

How I fear of not being 

Able to interfere... not yet.