Quiet Thoughts

I stand here
awaiting,
listening, feeling

I smile,
when I see yours, my sweet
My sweet,
can you hear mine beat against yours?

Scared am I, the possibilities
Truth be told,
something of sorts

What is it, I ask
You cannot answer
It is something only together,
we would one day discover

Be there will I be, through struggles and laughter
As long as again we will be
dancing under the streetlights

Talk to me, show me
What it is you are afraid of
I hear, right here
I echo your quiet thoughts

I reach out
touching,
thinking, embracing

What is mine, if not yours,
I ask you to hold