"I wish I saw you first"

There's a line between what's wrong and right,
A line that blurs when you step into my sight,
My heart may be strong but my mind is weak,
I feel as if I'll break when your lips brush my cheek,
Your hands are so soft they make me shiver,
Your nails so rough I start to quiver,
This is where the fine line begins to blur,
My chest gets hot and starts to burn,
Now as I sit and wish you could quench my thirst,
My only thought is, "I wish I saw you first"...