love. fear.

love, an amazing drug, sets me and wifey in a state of euphoria. the smiles, the giggles, the stares, the kisses, indulgences of a pair of crossed eye lovers. the radiation of it, like a rose bud most rare and beautiful, begins it blossoming. a life is stirred, deep inside of me, alive, beating, breathing... as life is stirred, fear is aroused. a winter bloom, facing the harshest of all elements imaginable, threatens, looms...

entrusted into into my weather palms, seeking shelter and warmth from this harsh and cruel world. so fragile my precious is, so inadequate a bearer that i am, yet she trusts most to shield, to bear, to protect her. i fear, that this rose would wither in my care, that in the midst of the storms, in the midst of the chaos, i might just hold her to tightly, and suffocate her. i fear, as the harsh winds blows, winter winds that sears the bones, i might just let her slip, from my finger tips...