Speechless

For many years,
I’ve talked and talked.
I can’t help I’m a flirt.
I’d dine out with a gentleman,
then head home for dessert.

I think it’s time
to call a doc,
ask him to diagnose
what’s wrong with me because, lately,
I’ve hardly been verbose.

Somehow, I’m speechless
ev’ry time you’re near.
And when I meet your gaze,
I feel both joy and fear.
It’s so delicious,
the way I feel inside.
Our worlds collide
and wound my foolish pride.

Afraid to speak,
Afraid to touch.
I never have delayed this much.
My hesitation’s seldom and surreal.
Surely I can find the phrase
to lead me through this thorny maze.
Where are the words
my conscience can’t conceal?

Why am I’m still speechless simply at your sight?
It doesn’t take your voice
or touch to climb new heights?
It’s time to grow up;
bach’lorhood’s a bore.
I want to cast off,
see the world, explore!
Please cure my silence.
Say the word, I’m yours!