confessions of a scorned romantic

truly, i am cowardly,

yet capable of loving boldly.

honestly, I'm too subtle,

knowing no one ever truly settles.

sadly, I'm just far too wary

an unmarked grave you'll have to bury.

infinitely, I'm a gamble,

not to be taken in amounts of ample.

not meant to be taken lightly,

but made to be held so fondly,

and truly, in all my honesty,

i am lovely. stupidly, dearly,

frequently lively for you,

all encased in a forest green hue.