Risk

A touch of the hand, a sideways glance,
A good conversation, and--
"Would you like to dance?"
And, "Yes, of course," three glorious words--
Yet also remains my own hesitance.
Should I stay the course?
Or should I advance?
And if I advance how far do I go?
Want and fear wrapped around each other,
A flavorful mixture we call risk,
Which is a hard thing to do and
Perhaps harder not to,
For it is difficult to risk, to live,
Difficult to know, difficult to trust,
But it is easy to love if you can just
Learn to master even one of the above.