by Otzchiim ©
Your kisses make me dream too much, you know,
And worse, it's while I lie in bed awake.
I think about the way you hold me close
And how you laugh, and how you talk to me.
And that is why I want to take things slow,
Slow and prudentially, for both our sake.
I fear we'll suffer from an overdose
Of passion's drugs without formality.
The love
for you that's growing in my breast --
If that is what it is -- is much too strong
For such a vessel as I seem to be.
I want to ponder ev'ry step now, lest
We find that all this rightness is all wrong.
Yet still, each night I wish you were with me..