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).