The False Step, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The False StepLe Faux Pas, Jean-Antoine Watteau (1717)

The False Step

Oh my dearest lady I read a sign
One I have wished to receive for some time
A strong desire to be forever mine
But appears my heart committed a crime

So confused by my heart craving for you
When you’re ever so near my heart goes wild
All love is blind leading to my miscue
As I was beguiled the moment you smiled

A great desire to remain in your grace
Seeing your beauty do not wish to end
You’re in my heart, unable to displace
Raging fire carried I cannot expend

I’m more than willing to accept your wrath
To your heart guide me with a fruitful path