My grip upon your wrist is far too tight,
I care with a force that burns too bright.
My clawing hands refuse to let you go,
This all-consuming fire I cannot sow.
So I pull you close, afraid you'll drift away,
My heart won't let me ease my desperate sway.
My ardent gaze, my clutching embrace,
They may overwhelm, leaving breathing space.
I seek a balance, a gentler way
To love you fully, come what may.
Yet this inner blaze continues to grow,
A wild flame with boundless flow.
This love of mine, so intense and uncontrolled,
May be the ruin that our lives unfold.
This love of mine may be the death of you,
Or be my own undoing too.
