I sit here in rapt fascination,
At a fallen heart's one inclination.
To hold on to fear,
When another draws near,
Showing love in minutest degree.
Once bitten twice shy, so they say.
We live it, each our own way.
But finding true love,
Is a gift from above,
Will it find you or just pass you by?
If you can't face the chance you must take,
Because once you had made a mistake.
The love that is true,
Will be lost from your view.
There in, lies the worst wounding blow