Just.

I was trembling when I first met her

Overwhelmed sorrow, embracing shadows,

I can’t be without my fears,

Thus I want to get rid of them.

I was horrified when I first spoke to her,

Undone by my insignificance.

Rolling over on the floor of my being,

Yet I try to move on.

I was on the verge of passing out when she first answered me,

Demolished by the meanings of my words,

Not at all embracing the concept of dependence,

But knowing that I am alone.

I was blind when I first touched her hand,

Anticipating the image to follow,

Reducing myself to an only breathing form of life,

Although I felt much more than that.

I saw the whole world crashing down as I first saw her tears,

Resembling the meaning of sadness itself.

Untouchable as I felt at that moment,

I was hanging on desperately.

I was burning in flames when I first kissed her,

Undefeated by Her Majesty,

Being grateful for I have overcome life itself,

Hitherto not knowing what to say.

My mind was blank when I told her that I am in love,

Yet I was completely defeated when I heard her answer….whispering….like a thought to herself…..I…to am in….