Odysseus

You saw me and hid yourself behind a tree,

But I spied you peering out through the leaves.

You are a cunning one, Odysseus,

But I feel that you are soft behind that mind;

There is no threat in your presence.

But still I feel silly as a child,

And I fear I have made a fool of myself before you.

Please, Odysseus, forgive me

If I made you feel uncomfortable.

But there is something about you

That ties up my tongue;

That steals my thoughts.

And I rather fancy that I love it.

You catch me off guard

And make me vulnerable.

I am waiting for you amongst my other suitors

And my fate as of now is still in the air.

I am waiting for someone else to make a move

Because I am not ready to reveal my hand.

If you want me then I am ready for you,

But the choice is yours; you must make the first move.