Will she accept, will she decline
if I should ask her to be mine?
I’d feel a fool down on one knee
were she to say she won’t have me.
The bolder me says ask, although
if I don’t ask, she can’t say no.
I fear she thinks we’re just for fun
whilst I imagine she’s ‘the one’.
Come the moment, come the doubt:
rejection I can do without.
At heart I’m just a scaredy cat,
avoiding risk, I’m good at that.
Procrastinating Pete – that’s me.
The single life my destiny.