Pulse speeds
Hands tremble just to touch
This has to be against some creed
You've become my only crutch
My heart so vulnerable to your words
I've never felt before
Please don't turn words to swords
Don't think of me a chore
Take the tinder things I give softly
Show me you do care
Though my ideals may be lofty
You've caught me in your snare
Me nothing more than water
And you a being of air
