The Romance & The Passion

 
 Sometimes
I reveal too much.           
 
My mind tends to race
It should learn
be steady of pace.  
 
To find peace
one must first relax in
the eye of the storm
not follow blindly
only to be swept away
no rescue in sight.           
          
I see what you see
confusion & frustration reign,
But monarchs will fade
consigned to history,
This is where we make
our stance
our humble foundations,
our own piece of history,
place called home.           
         
          
We may fall.
Sometimes
it feels as if the whole
of creation is marching
conspiring against        
 
Plans within drawn up
screwed up
rewritten,
made stronger.          
    
I want it to be right,
swept off my feet,
carried off into the sunset,
This is the stuff of my sleeping
& awakening
Dreams that could evolve
Into nightmares if I left
carried away in the moment.
I dont need a win,
Just a finish hand in hand.           
          
Within our eyes.
Romance and the passion.
fire and the ice
heated passion
cooling
romantic embraces
like loves first
blossoming in fields
we have yet to walk
To someone in control
To someone who's unsure
Afraid to let go
drop be too deep
to someone who's afraid
falling alone.

These and more
I see
mirrored
reflective
I have fallen
here I will lay
peaceful