Sonnet

His brow is furrowed, but not in anger

His eyes light up as you walk together

And although you know there is no danger

You must tell yourself it’s not forever

You know the truth, though prefer to deny

He might dishearten and leave you broken

Yet there’s something like love trapped in his eyes

Words, he too, is afraid to hear spoken

So now you decide what path you will take

Silence and confession have pros and cons

Will you discover his heart is true or fake?

You imagine he will love, dote, and fawn

              Over you. But you fear you’re wrong, and he

              Will leave you alone, defective, and empty