Will your affections be like an ocean
in which I will flail and heave....only to drown.
Your eyes
will the rest of my world die when I gaze into..
your soul...behind those most beautiful eyes.
Will your caress be like an injection
into my heart to stop me dead.
Perhaps,
I look on this too negatively.
Worries where joy should be,
fright where there should be delight.
