I have always been one to run.
When feelings of love wash toward me in warm waves,
I become worried and bound away fast.
His arms keep me from leaving.
His stare holds my eyes and ties me close.
I watch him laughing and my stomach flips.
"Be careful."
"Don't let it hurt again."
And yet, his touch brushes my thoughts away.
His grasp, you're mine
His kiss, don't leave
His warm demeanor brings me back, close to him.
When he's away I still feel his soft lips on mine,
his heat that warms me.
He does not leave me.
So I hold my breath and dive.
Because falling is only frightening when there is no one to catch you.
*I'll catch you everytime, dear