He fears to love me now

He dissects his logic but to me it’s plain excuses

I should let him be, let him do as he chooses

Maybe I will let him be, if he loses… he loses

So it is what it is, and what it is as he would have it, it seems, is deuces

He fears to love me now, but time waits not rewinds not

He fears to love me now, though I wonder why not

He fears to love me now, though his heart says he ought

He fears to love me now, it must be because his emotions impair

He fears to love me now, I can’t help but contrast and compare

Unable to seize this treasure, yet forever yearning for its addictive pleasure

Best not drink of his empty cup as it pours not in me love to fill me now

Perhaps I should embrace the others since he FEARS to love

ME

now...