-- Halfway There --

John Herlihy

In love, I sometimes end up halfway there;

Some barriers erected, my feelings to spare.

That initial meeting feels like an open door,

Slightly ajar, a light from a crack on the floor.

And yet, I tread softly, hold myself in reserve,

Never open floodgates, my feelings to preserve.

One step at a time, they say, takes two to tango;

Timid notes emerge as the hand strikes a banjo.

We live in an age to inspire questionable trust;

We may give ourselves away, but never in lust.

Our passions do say otherwise; but still I retreat;

Love should never lead down a one-way street.

I will let you all know when my love is fully there,

All barriers taken down that may my love impair.

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(c) John Herlihy 24 August 2019