There's the line you must draw, the line you must cross

With a deep breath and a prayer
take a plunge / no shifting doubt and drowning fear.
If I reveal myself to you, would you be gentle?
I'm new to this, and I'm treading tentively on unwashed sand.
There's always potential abandonment / crash and burn.
Yet here I stand.

So this is what it feels like and why the poets die.

I could kill for something like this.

"How long could it last?"
"What will you teach me?"
"Where will we go?"
"Do I trust you?"

Yes.

(I used to be afraid of losing my heart.
Now I'm only afraid of losing you.)

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