What Do I Have To Lose?

It's like a pleasant scene
That lies before me,
But I can't touch it.
It's too far away.
It cannot know my intentions.
It would shy away.
I don't know what I meant just now.
It really should be nonsense
But, I would die for the chance
Just for one chance…

I can't make you feel
What, for you, is not real.
How could I ever compare
To what I see in you?
I say that love is love;
So done taking what I can get.
The heart wants what it needs
And I need you.
Who says maturity has to be responsible?
Or serious? Or necessary?
I have grown up enough to know
That life is so short
And love is so little;
And so stifled, and rejected
So afraid and unaccepted
That we deny and suppress it.

Despite the best advice given,
What do I have to lose
By telling you my deepest feeling
Except you…?

Jampoet July 2011