Yours

When I thought of meeting you,
My heart jumped and my trepidation grew
I thought we’d wait,
I thought I’d have time to sit and anticipate.
Yet, you thought otherwise
And with that, my thought just dies.
So, at the precipice of seeing you,
My fear was about completely through,
I didn’t tremble, I walked right on
And right about then the terror was gone.
I remember nothing of how you look,
As in your presence my foundation shook.
The constant reluctance to meet your gaze
Was because I was sorting through a maze,
But if I could pledge all my honoured saboteurs,
I would do it to tell you, I am yours.

About the guest author

Ancilla Liberatio

Ancilla is a hedonist, an adrenaline junkie, a masochist, a knowledge seeker, a drifter, a thinker, a literature enthusiast, a writer, a listener, an observer, a rationalist, a heretic, a spiritualist, a music lover and a citizen of the world.