The earth is spinning constantly and I can't feel it,
But your breath is joining mine inevitably and I can see it.
The power of a person is enough to stop a heart by a simple gaze of tender emotion, or a glare of corrupt hatred in the eyes of a loved body and soul.
Yet you wonder why people fear the provocative action called love and how so many are remorseful to the disillusioned form of the experience.
The threat of devastating rejection controls the power to find confidence for someone else to grasp onto.