Just leaning on your shoulder I’ll be fine,
the dusty sunlight colouring our hair,
I am so hoping you will cross that line,
move further on and show me that you care.
It is your presence I’ll be so aware,
I can not see myself just leave you here,
though leaning on your shoulder I won’t dare,
I have no clue of what it is I fear
or how I should behave when you appear.
No words come to my rescue now I need
to keep my cool, I know that you are near,
and all I think of is to do the deed.
I’m dreading every second of our meet!
My attempt of a Spenserian sonnet