Was it the modest perfume or your brushing touch?
Was it necessity or simple lust,

Can I be your oasis of thirst,
Would I be best, average, worst?

Can your smile greet, me awaken me, like sun on my face
I feared serendipity's coldness standing in my place.

Wish I could steal the heaven in your eyes where it lays
hold on to it like Gollum, salting it away for days.

Your words trigger a nuclear reaction in my chest,
My heart explodes daily despite my best,

These thoughts berate me constantly,
But most of all I fear you might love me.