Things are different with you;
Loving you is like writing again
After a long time of being idle.
I've written on so many pages before,
And wrote a lot of poetry.
But my hands can't seem to
Stop trembling as I write on these pages once again.
It's not because I'm terrified this poetry might turn out badly,
(Although the possibility's alarmingly huge)
But because it's been a while since I've written again,
And I'm unsure if I can create a masterpiece,
Because I want to.
But my hands won't stop shaking.
It's a short metaphor about falling in love after a long time of being out of love, and unsure if you can love the person right (If such a thing there be).
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