You merely open your eyes; I see love. 
You simply craft a smile upon your thin lips; I see delight. 
You step slowly, gracefully towards me; my heart goes on a rampage. 
You come closer and closer to me; I begin to have trouble breathing. 
You reach for my pale, delicate hand... I push you away. 
I slowly brush the hair out of my eyes as I'm turning around, away from you. 
Away from my fears. 
For I am afraid of loving again.
I am afraid of many things 
But falling into arms constructed of paper and sticks it what I fear most. 
I fear of falling in love, and then falling into the ground once more. 
Even though we are both youthful 
Even though our dreams are not yet crushed by the brutality of reality 
I fear to fall, yet I wish for love... 
Nay, I desire love. 
A love that will have the arms crafted of the strongest stone 
A love that shall have both of us fall 
A love that requires both of us to make it feel whole 
A love that is eternal Alas, I push you away I push my chance with you away 
Even though I see promising things within you 
I see my tears when I see love in your eyes 
I see woe when I see delight in your smile 
My heart beats become fixed, yet ever more broken when you walk towards me 
I have trouble breathing from awe, yet from fear when you inch even closer to me. 
When you reach for my pale, delicate hand... I push you away 
Yet I wish I can hold onto it forever... 
I fear of falling, yet I wish for love...