A Moment Of Weakness

My instincts are flashing red, sirens screaming a warning: Danger! Flee! At stake: my heart - in both senses of the word.

I thought I could withstand the onslaught. But can I, really? Not by my own strength, certainly not.

While I have conquered - and at a high price, this Pyrrhic victory - I fear that I may stumble again.

I guess that's what happens when you've met the ideal. It's hard for anyone else to reach - and surpass - that standard. Not anyone mortal anyway.

i am afraid

that one smile

one glance

one word from you

will undo all my

hard-won resolve;

that my name

on your lips

will cause

the Great Wall of Self-Control

to crumble

in dust and ashes.

i am afraid

of you.