Born Shy
We spend our lives trying to learn;
just who, and what we’re to be;
all of us have our passions that burn;
and a side of us; none can see.
Deep in my mind; I know the truth;
tho I’d rather keep living the lie;
though it may seem that I am aloof;
the truth; I was simply born shy.
I can speak with passion; and often do;
tho my loves remain hidden inside;
I have great trouble saying “I love you!”
so my loves; in silence; abide.
Shyness would seem the opposite of pride;
the spotlight would have no allure;
the confidence, I once had; now has died;
supplanted by fears of failure.
The fires of love; continue burning inside;
my shyness becomes my protection;
behind my facade; I shall continue to hide;
faced with the fear of rejection.
How can I tell a woman I greatly admire;
I feel love streaming from each eye;
her very presence, lights my heart afire;
my insecurity fears her reply.
My voice almost quivers; when she is near;
my tears of love, threaten to cry;
my love, diminished by overriding fear;
I’m too old, and also, born shy.
Monty 8/16/24. # 2,278