Cressida

Love that holds its breath for fear 
Of scaring love away 
I rush my lines 
I care too deeply 
O will she keep me 
For idle games 

I raise my eyes to see her there 
Shining in a daydream 
I raise my eyes 
I see too much 
I know her touch 
What her touch would mean 

I stare into 
I stare into 
The dying flames