Uncertainty

The plans I create inside my head.
Words form but go unsaid.
Actions freeze and leave me bound,
unable to touch or speak a sound
like a watch too tightly wound.

Do you feel kindred fears,
wondering if what awaits is joy or tears?
Or is it that you don't feel desire's spark,
the need to touch or leave your mark,
to hear whispered passion in the dark?

Have I been only a stepping stone,
an also ran denied the throne?
Although slow and steady wins the race,
and I am fine with a slower pace,
I wonder if 'friendship only' is the case.

So many times I have longed to ask,
but my courage fails before the task.
Do I need to face the undertow?
Should I just let the questions go?
If I am not loved, would I rather not know?

Now, if I listen, if I dare,
perhaps you'll take a chance and share.
Do you love me, at least in some measure?
For if you do, it'll be my pleasure
to make all your days ones to treasure.

But uncertainty plagues me still,
and it's hard to hold fast to my will.
I hope that someday you will take the lead,
maybe ride up on a fiery steed,
to declare yourself, your love, your need.