unfamiliar territory

and I moved, yes I moved nearer this garden's lawn
with cottony steps heeding its naive summon;
and if the distance of nearness shall consume me,
remember this vow: for my last, this vow may be.

willingly carry me into your purity,
and let me just stand here, admiring your beauty;
if only I can call this garden as my home,
no reason there'll be, to write another sad poem.

and just when I thought I grew well brave enough,
but my heart acts otherwise, my dreams say I'm not;
and this cowardice that I never had before,
flatters me lamely - futile as a childish lore.

you are but my unfamiliar territory,
a place I've wished. and I will try, and blindly see;
...my heart will seek for you once you're not near with me,
...let it be. I'll still dream of you eternally.