Hard To Get

When it comes to you, I am adroit but feeble.
I am aesthtic in words, but accomplished in shyness.

May I aerialistically walk to your aeried heart with affable grace.
Or must I endure acrid acrimony towards myself for my faux pas.

May our two lives be an acrostic matrimony.
Or must I acerbate my nerves to build self-consciuosness.

Give me a sign.
Let me know.
Let these composed alphabets be an aliment for your feelings towards me.

Do not tell me you are of an adament.
Do not tell me there is no soft spot in your heart.

I'll wait ad infinitum.
Agape at your age of solitude.

Adieu.........for now.
~BuG*~