In love’s old game of hide and seek,
Be coy, not loud, nor ever meek.
Don’t rush, don’t pause, don’t speak too quick,
Tease, run, retreat — enjoy the trick.
Trust time’s slow flow, let go result,
For every win is love’s insult.
The sweetest game is played in vain —
Not to possess, but to remain.
To my not coy lady
© Copyright: Татьяна Делиева, 2026
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