When I felt my lips slowly form your name, I stopped
Speaking.
Afraid that my whisper would draw you in...
Breathing.
I carefully drew all my love to my chest
Fearing.
That you might see the scars I hide
Thinking.
If it may be so... my fragile heart will be dropped
Breaking.
Much like a butterfly pierced with glass pin
Failing:
To flutter her two-wings off the waxed casket  
Falling.
Deeper and deeper in your mind:
Loving.