Am I what I fear?
When she's so frighteningly near
Almost ear to ear
Closer still my dear
Close like the sea to the pier
A bee to nectar
Monarch to his sceptre
She's the sun on my receptors
Her skin has a temper
Like piping hot embers
It burns through November
In the African weather
My skin turns to leather
And I crease under pressure
That I almost whisper
What is kept under murmur
Still she comes hither
I'm at the end of my tether
So I let the words flutter
And escape through the stutters
Of my mouth as I utter
Things we should never mutter
To ourselves or each other
Come sunshine or thunder
But she's a storm like no other
And when we came close to each other
She destroyed my shelter
Drenched I stand here to tell her
While she's so frighteningly near
Almost ear to ear
"Come closer my dear,
For I am what I fear"