Desire

Grasp
A feeling of dread
Yet warm to the touch
Cradles the heart
Fear
Absolutes and variables
Prose and attrition
A campaign
To detain
Your heart....
Let it bloom
Allow yourself
See the shore I do
You've a guile to you
So do I
Palms never up
If you won't let your heart face me
Like my heart faces you
I can see the end
However I see the promise
I envision the accord
I believe in us
As we both hold the sword