and, here we go
the ground drops,
taking me with it.
My heart,
My soul,
My fingertips,
My little toe.
and, as I crash to the ground
I feel uneasy,
scared.
scared of love,
of the unknown,
of you.

and, here we are
the sky may fall,
but we withhold.
We are but two daffodils in February,
two snowdrops in December,
two roses in July.
and, as I lay here with you
I am no longer scared,
feel no need to be uneasy,
as I lay here with you I am content.
and, I now know that there is no need for
and and and's,
only for you.