I’m afraid, but I’m always ready

My girl, she breathes in constant high

Danced through her life in a world of certainty,

Where vulnerability is luxury

And honesty is the currency

 

Her love is far from pompous, but bizarrely big it conquers you easily

Her affection is inevitable,

An ageless cloak that covers the oak

 

My girl, she teaches me to become human

My heart is this archaic machinery

An obsolete burden of misery

 

Cowardly cower under hesitancy,

Dubious doubts and untidy memory

Firm artillery of comfort inundates me freely

 

She is different, yet feels like meant to be

I am afraid, but I’m always ready

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