If you were to call me,
I'd be speechless, I'm quite sure.
And If you were to hold my hand,
My whole arm might become paralyzed.
If you were to tell me you loved me,
I might laugh.
And if you truly, deeply, meant it,
I would cry.
If you wiped away my tears,
My face would surely flush crimson at your touch.
If you held me in your arms,
I doubt I'd be strong enough to return the gesture.
And if you ever were to kiss me
I might die.

And while I love this life,
A life without love is nothing, so
It's a chance I'd be willing to take.