Pervasive, Perhaps Persuasive, Thoughts

I have my own life, and things that I do,  
But every day, my mind keeps wandering back to you,  
My mind and heart are in internal torment,  
Arguing amongst themselves, over my heart's lament,  
Out of fear, my brain says no,  
But my heart says go.  
Ever since I first saw you at work that day,  
I've felt for you, and have wanted to say  
Something, start a conversation,  
Ask of you, many a question,  
Get to know better, who you are,  
My bright, shining star.  
And let you know about me,  
In the hopes that you will see  
Something worthwhile in me,  
But I'm awfully afraid,  
Of a negative cascade,  
I need for my heart, a bandaid.  
I want nothing more,  
Than to be your rock, offshore,  
For when you're off the shore  
Of safety and sanity,  
Your buoy of comfort, and familiarity  
In the deep, dark, rough, sea of uncertainty,  
And maybe vice versa,  
I don't want anything physically intimate, not even vanilla
I just want to treat you with kindness and affection,  
But I'm filled with an anxiety affliction,  
I'm socially awkward, and I'm a bit older than you,  
Though I hope neither one do skew  
Your perception of me,  
I'm just trying to be the best that I can be.  
I wish I could hug you with a smile,  
And be someone whom talking to is worthwhile,  
Someone who will listen to all your thoughts and feelings,  
If only I could listen to my own feelings,  
And trust my gut,  
But it's not so clear-cut.
You have huge, wide, beautiful, dark, eyes,  
And a doofy, smile, that's sweet to my eyes,  
Your shoulder-length, straight, brown hair,  
Gives you quite the flair,  
You're kind, and funny,  
And one look at you makes my day feel sunny.  
I wish I could choose between my heart and mind,  
They're currently, not very aligned.
Caged within my stomach,  
Are butterflies that make my heart ache,  
Should I let them free?  
Or leave them to die quietly?