Action

Knowing is not enough; you have to act.
That is the difficulty that I found:
Acting is hard. My instinct is for tact,
Which can become a fear of any sound
If every whisper screams the awkward truth
But that is folly in the larger sense,
An error of an overcautious youth,
Too awkard, too aware of being tense.
Now I'm more bold (at least I hope to be)
And willing to step forward and be clear
In action as in thought, and powerfully
Express in motion what I think. No fear
Can hold me back from the enactment of
The fact I know: the fact that I'm in love.