I must confess, I’m afraid of loving you, My dearest, For you are like the sea And I am drowning With every tide you tug me closer To your closed heart. I’m trapped in the net of Heart strings that taunt me. You leave me coughing And spluttering so violently In your destructive wake. Bubbling to the surface Of promise and lore… I confess I am scared to love you, For you are like a flame, So turbulent and passionate In your way, I breathe you, I choke you, Black soot runs from my eyes Like the promise of a cold winter. I confess that I cannot love you For you are like the charred earth Beneath my feet, So strong and yet so treacherous As you shake with might, will And need. No greenery grazes your failing Flesh, only the lost and fading Eden of what could have Been, yet you Are greed scorched. Alas I confess to you, I will always love you, As one can love the wind, So cold and dewed with frost. My bitten soul shivered in Silent solitude.