Locks of hair, flowing,/
cascade down her shoulders./
The sunlight catches it, glowing,/
causing suitors to be bolder.
She, fearful, hesitates,/
to take that first stride./
Having learned, too late,/
that it’s sometimes a bad ride.
Yet he, not spurned,/
presses on to know her more./
For in his wisdom he’s learned/
what trust and faith are for.
Those traits, correctly called upon, can unlock the actions/
that make fear undone and open up life’s passions.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 