Ah, to describe the softness of your lips.
Smooth as velvet, with a touch of desire.
To put into words your dark-shadowed eyes.
Gleaming with mystery and a haunting tenderness.
The way my hand fits distinctly in yours,
as if they were made to be linked together.
And yet, day by day, all of these attributes pass me by.
Your kiss escapes me, while my hand rarely ever finds yours.
I just watch the opprotunities fade in and out, while I sit back and wish
for the courage to say something to you.
Yes I love you. And this is why I’m so afraid of speaking to you.
For as indescribable as your beauty is, the same would be the pain if I
should ever say the wrong thing.
This pain is unbearable. Deep. Dark. Menacing. Excruciating.
It cuts through you like a knife, but when you reach down to feel the
crimson blood drip, you feel nothing.
For the wound is not external, it is in your soul, which is much worse than
any physical pain.
This fatal pain of ruining “us” terrifies me.
I love you... and that’s why I’m scared.
But fear should not overcome. I refuse to let it do so.
For love is much stronger. It is perfect. It trusts.
So I’ll put my trust in you... because I love you.
And I know that if I should ever say the wrong thing, you won’t care.
Because there is no wrong words when you’re in love.
 
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