Dilemma.

If I could start anew,
I would sip afresh with You.

The words which were unspoken
Stemmed a fear of being broken

As You spoke of a child
The retort from me took a while

The guise of which I'd said
Ripples forth in vain to wade

Time and work are but excuses
Deflecting your questions with my ruses.

A little girl, a mop of twirls and curls
A bundle of joy she unfurls

A crinkled curve betrays a smile
Of swirling thoughts that tug and lull.

Where the sky thus meets the Sea,
It glistens just as You've found Me.