Waringa

In shadows cast by moonlight's gentle gleam,

Waringa spoke, her heart a cautious dream.

To her man, she whispered, a plea sincere,

"I fear words might stir storms we both could fear.

Not a siren's call, nor deceitful art,

I tread lightly, guarding this fragile heart.

Baited not by folly, nor reckless fate,

In love's delicate dance, I hesitate.

For in the quiet echoes of our shared trust,

I weave my words, a tender, mindful thrust.

"I don't wanna be baited," she softly sighed,

Into a sea of truth, their love shall guide.

A dance of words, in shadows' embrace,

Waringa sought grace, not a perilous chase.

To shield the flame that kindled their fate,

A love unspoken, yet undeniably great.