How did this space become so neatly occupied?

I stretch out a hand to caress the sleeping beauty

That lies in a star-crossed lover’s embrace;

(She hides her confession in the mistakes

That she makes)

Whilst I lead her to a place on the far

Outskirts of the shore,

Where the waves of love start lapping

And she kisses me abundantly more

What did I do to feel the warmth and security

Of the one who has always loved me?

In believing it had been denied,

I only caused myself to hide

Away, away from the truth that longed

To be divulged at all costs,

And yet I cowered in my insecurity

Afraid that it would all come to a loss