The Passion and Romance

Sometimes I reveal too much.          
My mind tends to race when          
it should learn to be steady          
and pace itself, To find peace          
one must first relax in the eye          
of the storm of it's own making,          
and not follow blindly, Only to          
be swept away with no rescue in          
sight.          
         
I see what you see.          
confusion and frustration reign          
supreme, But monarchs will fade          
away and get consigned to history,  
This is where we make our stance  
to build humble foundations, And  
make our own piece of history, In  
time, To find our place called home.          
        
         
We may fall.        
Sometimes it feels as if the          
whole of creation is marching        
against us, Plans within drawn        
up time and time again, Only          
to be screwed up and rewritten,          
Each time we become stronger.          
   
I want it to be soo right, To          
sweep you off your feet, To carry          
you off into the sunset, This is      
the stuff of our sleeping and
awakening, Dreams that could evolve
into our worst nightmares if left
to get carried away in the moment.          
We dont need to win,    
We need to finish hand in hand.          
         
Within your eyes.          
I see the romance and the passion.          
The fire and the ice combined.          
The heated passion to the cooling          
romantic embrace like loves first          
blossoming in fields we have yet          
to walk.          
To someone in control.          
To someone who's unsure of their          
footing, Afraid to let go incase the          
drop be too deep.      
To someone who's afraid they will      
fall alone.          
These and more I see within you,          
For they are mirrored within me.          
I have already fallen within my minds eye.          
Here I will lay and find some peace,          
as I look into yours.