What do I do about You?
You are my savior, You are my equal
You taunt my mind each time that I taunt Yours.
You are special to Me.
We do go well, nicely.
It’s picturesque and we know not how to thus uphold.
Will We crash and burn??
I severely hope not.
I Love You. And I don’t know what to do.
Act appropriately, be timely;
Whatever You, Me- We do, don’t rush;
I love you.
I’ve never found the words thenceby to communicate;
They say that all I do is over-complica-
I differ: life is overcomplicated, I say.
And i’m afraid.
Afraid that the glory might not last;
that we might crash
because of some outside circumstance.
I really don’t want that avalanche.
It may be bright and exhilarating, but indeed such a fate is blinding.
need I of that pressure? so much snow between me and where I used to be??
need anyone thereof??
I suppose not. I reflect upon my semantic catechism and wonder what hereby applies..
Allow myself even that one moment of hestitation?
for in a moment, a life can change, and anything can happen.