I’d say hello, I’d ask the question, and I’d make love to her, if only I didn’t know always what the answer would be. Shy Surprise… if only this was the case, for all I know she could be waiting or at the very least be indifferent, a chance if anything.
That she would say goodbye
Just like all the others
Before she would say hi
Rejection dime a dozen
I’ve heard so many no’s
I must be deaf I guess
Wherever did it go?
All my confidence
Maybe she was different, will I ever know
Is there such a word; no such thing as yes
That she would say goodnight
Nothing more be said
With me should would not lie
All alone in bed
Before the setting sun
Beneath the stars at night
How my love will run
Perhaps I’m not so bright
To hear her say “uh huh”
Or love is lost alright
That she would take a bite
Vampires, serpents do
Not asking, do I like?
Am I not a fool?
I hear a siren’s song
The answer, thought I knew
Could it be I’m wrong?
Maybe there is news
Banging, ding dong
She whispers, “I love you”
It’s more my being shy
Than my stupidity
The truth or just a lie
Whatever we could be
Guess I’ll never know
So shy I’ll buy the lie
“I love you…” and so
Truth, a Shy Surprise
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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