Perchance
A poem by C. Robert Hilton.
She seems ready and we agree,
And troubles are behind us.
We guess ahead, but cannot see,
As no one need remind us.
Is there enough between us two?
When our first fever ends,
And doing still as lovers do,
Will we be also friends?
As I have anchored for the night
In every sheltered port,
I wonder now if this is right.
Am I the constant sort?
We have a chance, I will agree,
But is it right toake it?
She seems ready, but will I be?
Now is no time to fake it.
For Len & Mary
Hornbeck Sentry, 26 February
©1997 C. R. Hilton
