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I never knew
until my heart ached
with the simplicity of this moment
never knew how this could be
until my heart was almost breaking

past the point of no return
I wander where you lead
hoping that I don't stumble
the light is shining just beyond
if I dare

I am scared
of these feelings unvoiced
scared that I am just imagining
reality is a harsh mistress
and I fear the coldness of alone

My heart trembles with this fear
yet
in my bones I know you
I know the subtle line of your jaw
the easy gait of your walk
the silk feel of you hair as is brushes against my skin

I recognize the inherent honorable spirit
residing deep within your breast
my heart quickens to the same beat as yours
yet for all these things I feel
I still fear
and it chokes the tears from my throat

I want to spend each morning waking beside you
your arms around me
the smell of your skin the first thing I breath
I want to feel you apart of me
you flesh to mine
deep inside
until we are no longer two entities but one
soul to soul

So I am leaping
with all the faith I have
falling down this slop
not caring if I crash
the ending cannot hurt as much as the not knowing
I cannot be without knowing

I want to look into your bright hazel eyes
and whisper words I've never dared before

I want this knot of longing to leave me
so I can breath
without the sobs of loneliness I feel lately
without the tears of fear clogging my throat
I want to hear my name caressing your lips
as your body merges with mine
until there is nothing left
but you and I and these feeling flooding throughout my being

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