It is a strange feeling, overwhelming
Confusion, excitement, nervousness
Something new, but something familiar.
Something to have, but never hold.
Up, down, round and round,
Leaving me all wound up,
I want to let it go, run away,
Push it away, but I pull. I stay.
Happiness, intense, but fleeting.
Sadness, mild, forever there.
It's in your eyes, your quick smile
Your hunched back, your heavy steps.
The pressure of what is expected,
Of what you want, of what they want.
It leaves you breathless, gasping. Stop.
The want becomes a need. One second.
Uncertainty defines it, controls it.
Trust leaves me and comes back. Leaves again.
Can I trust Trust? Will it be there in the morning?
Will it all be over? Will I go back to feeling nothing?
Is it in my control? Do I want to go back?
Do I move forward, letting all that I've held go?
Will I have scars? Will I have the memories?
Will I have answers to all these questions?
Will I stop having questions if I'm in love?
Will it ever stop being magical? Will there be a rainbow?
If I love you, will it be forever? Promise me.
Will you give me a piece of you to carry and treasure?
Do two people become one?
Does the burden of love become lighter?
I accept the terms and conditions, I'll sign,
But.... Will you love me back?
