Love Has Reasons . . .

The smoothness of my soul brushing yours is faint and golden
Can this be understood?
I want to throw my messy, incoherant love at your feet
But against all inclinations - refrain
for your sake, for my sake.
I am too young and you are not ready.
This could be a peddling infatuation
and this affection only as genuine as the moment allows.
I'm terrified
for your sake
for my sake
Ripping dissappointment and lacets of regret
might be all that remains with one false move.
I prize you higher than myself and never want to make you bleed
-so refrain
for your sake/mine.
These are my reasons which love does not understand.