I have tried to keep the door shut

but your eyes have wedged it open

Pools of beauty,

drawing me in

I see right through you

My transparency probably equal

My will to run,

to resist,

much greater

Angst about disruption

disorder

chaos

Fear of hurt,

everything that could go wrong

a barricade to all that might be perfect

Yet there is a song in my heart

placed there by you

So whilst the ending is unknown

and the beginning is in question

I cannot deny

that with you

there is a story waiting to be told.

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