First, you let them know

You are not there to hurt them

That you find them beautiful

Maybe even enchanting.

You don’t run up to them though,

You sit and wait,

Ever so patiently

For them to begin

To trust you

No matter

How long that takes.

A beautiful idea

I thought

Until the time

Became so aggravating

That even the trust waned.

When I saw him again

I reminded him of the story

Then I said

“At some point

Don’t you need to have the balls

To go to them?”