Awe-Struck Fool

In awe her beauty
when first we met
my pen took flight
and I enrapt'
as fish in net
dreamed her above;
far removed
from human love.

For that same why
I could not kiss her
and now she's gone,
Oh, how I'll miss her
and rue the cowardice
that ruled mis-start
and cheated joy
from mortal heart.