Ignore me, I only stutter because I am alarmed:
My feelings for you ebb and flow, so just go with it.
In the mornings I like to imagine you beside me,
when you breathe, I breathe too. You are like a
perfect dream to me, please don't wake me up.
I will never leave you, this I can promise you.

Smooth as silk, I follow you further still, and I am
afraid of your beauty. I am too hollow for you
to love, and much too hard (and cold). My heart is dead
and while I do not believe it will come back to life,
you certainly are allowed to try.