There is much to be said for hesitation

For when you do - you fail to make mention

There are things which are better left unsaid

So other people can consider, right from head



When they're left to figure out their own devices

Which they can do, if they're allowed the nicest

Freedom to fill in all of the many, many blanks

Which happen as a relationship evolves and ranks



Itself on a many-tiered ladder, which rises high

Stretched all the way out, on its way to the sky

And at the top, you will see many billowy clouds

Some of which - will speak out incredibly loud



For these white, yellow and grey fluffy masses

Do hang there in a stagnant state which houses

Seeds of many terrible thunderstorms yet to come

For as they get heavier with moisture, they hum



And sometime in the not-too-distant future

They will burst as they get more mature

And then there will be floods all around

As the rains come, and thus will surround



All of us with the torrents of their outpour

Leaving some of us more than a little sore

Whilst we try and put back right the damage

Which will have been caused amidst the carnage



And as we survey it all and try to pick up pieces

We will come to realize there are too many leases

And then we will have to look to the skys above

Yet again - for help in order to resurrect love.



- Tristram