What a Notion
I could turn away.
I could make excuses.
I could…I could…
Faster my heart beats, rejection is possible.
Urgently I breathe; this could take my breath away.
And you, you could turn away.
You could make excuses, or-
Or you could face this with me; we could be hand in hand.
We could love as no one has loved before.
If only we could face fear.
You could know me. (Something tells me you are in for a rude or glorious awakening)
You could need me. (Terrified?)
We could get hurt by the sheer intensity. (But I would love you more the next day)
We could face it together, this thing called living.
Darling, such an adventure
What a notion,
What an idea,
These things called emotions.