The look in your eyes
The fall of your hair
The melody of your laughter
that is music to my ears.
What do you see when you look into my eyes?
When this clear path of communication between
the windows to our souls
converge?
Do you see the sadness within.
Or the affection for you?
Or do you not see anything at all?
I simply can't bring myself
to drop everything for you
just yet
cause to do that
means I have nothing left of myself
It would mean that I have yielded
all control of my heart and mind
to you.
Yet, of what good would it do to me?
I would give you my heart in a heartbeat
just so you can feel how fast it paces
when you cradle it within your palm
But.
I'm not accustomed to protecting myself.
Against myself.
