He Took My Hand

He took my hand
Held me close
Looked into my eyes
And enjoyed every moment of it


He danced as if he was floating
Then I followed him
Willingly,
Calmly


Until now
I could feel his arms
Wrapped around me
Guiding, but still letting . . .


Letting me go free
Be with others
But in the end
I still find myself in his arms

Is this love I have for him
Or just plain friendship
That I don’t know
But don’t want to find out


For the fear of rejection
Lingers in me.
It’s better to have him close
Than to be thrown away