You shake me, because of you.
You hold me, not with arms available, but in captivation.
You fear me, perhaps not because of me, but because of who I am becoming.
I respect you, not only because of him, but because of a gentleman's decorum.
This is... Nerve wracking.
This is not yet... And yet more so for me.
And I thank you for that.
But what is this for you?
Nervous by Gavin James. Calm me down and make sense of me. Because who you are puts me out of sorts in the best possible way.
I'm glad that you exist. Really.