Allowed the oportunity
to speak with you direct,
I wonder if the words I'd choose
could assist, in trying to inflect;

can't wait for the chance to get to say
all that I feel inside my heart
my troubles are all because I don't know
how to focus, or where to start.

Can't imagine allowing my perfect chance
to fly away in the evening breeze,
I'd be coerced to spend eternity
pleading for chance two, on my knees!

Should I let apprehension
best me, in completing my task,
regret's bitter, sallow sunlight
is what I'd be forced to writhe in, and bask.

Then, I could only blame myself
for continuing with this, dally;
for, an awkward silence could only yield
her spouting forth some cruel "sally"!

It matters not, how well I rehearsed
in front of my bedroom's mirror,
I'd need a mind-reading interpreter
to have my sentiments come across clearer!

I wonder how I got the notion
I could communicate, with you, there?
Disheartening, is my idiocity
for having never grown a "pair"!

That's it, I've wasted far too much time
if I don't focus, and take this chance,
I'll be stuck with my memories full of regret
the bitter, sour kind! Without the romance!