That's not romance
In the air, my darling,
Not romance at all

It's the tension,
The fear, the scarring
All waiting to fall.

And if I make one
Wrong step, then I'm done
Your invisible cloak
Hides me well

Meanwhile I'm trying hard
Not to step on the shards
Of my heartbreak.
In that I excel.

Her love is like a sweet poison that I willingly consume.
My time with her is a beautiful misery that I endure.
To escape her is unthinkable as I am addicted to the heavenly suffering she has rewarded me with.