Doe

Beautiful round orbs,
Like the polished eyes of a doe.
They gleam with a wildness,
Demure obscured, but in wait.

The mysteries in those eyes,
They consume me, intriguing to no end.
Wish I were close, if only to see the surface,
The fathomless depths of beauty within.

But I fear to get too close,
Around such a beautiful face.
Could I withhold the want to kiss,
That would surely cause you to resist.

Would it be welcome,
Or an offence I can’t commit?
If only you knew how much I liked you,
Would you turn me away, or submit?

I would find out but for the fear,
And awe I feel for you.
Shall I summon my courage,
Can I take my chances and kiss the Doe?

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