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Fear is Love’s Achilles Heel
Full of love, yet empty of resolve, a love sleeps unsown.
To love you is to gaze at the ocean and search for your soul,
To breathe your beauty is to fly in ecstasy and lose control,
I know the purity of my heart and its ever-reaching desire
It chases the sunset, to grasp your love and never tire.
Should bliss rest your lips upon mine, I fly with delight.
Should your smile fall upon me, my heart outshines the night.
For in my soul there is no greater gift than my honor for you,
There is no higher love than mine for yours to pursue.
I stand alone, marooned in madness, my arms desperate for you to hold,
I toss in dreams of a future together, in a love we may unfold.
But I am just a figment, a butterfly with lovelorn heart
I feel cast asunder to float in dreams, to honor and to never part.
The fear to love torments me, giving tremors to my hand
It wrenches my hope strings, frightens my purpose with demand.
The tide is billowing, crushing hope, like crisped autumn leaves