NEW LOVE
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
New face, new smile, just maybe a new love.
Someone new to learn about, to explore.
Fear and hope, need and caution mix and shove
Each the other to dance them to the fore.
Transfixed by uncertainty, here I stand
To be welcomed and wanted and needed
To reach out and take hold of someone's hand
Is a call that has never been heeded.
To hope or to dream is to fly from earth;
I must strive to keep my feet on the ground.
Of companions I have suffered a dearth,
But desperation won't bring it around.
So slowly I love, and with great concern,
As of my new love I carefully learn.
