Milly, I do love this time of year. It is when my 'all year' feelings are shared by many others.
Your poem reminded me of days when love felt a risk to share with another - would they reciprocate? Nervousness, sweaty palms, watery eyes, I could hardly talk, let alone ask a young lady to dine with me.
lovely poem for this time of year - to be honest, any time of year!