Do you understand?

Will you take my hand,
knowing that with it
you take my heart?

Do you see the fear
and fascination
hiding behind my smile?

Does it matter?

Are you willing
to accept me as I am,
fears and all?

I hope that you are.

Do you feel
the same fear
and fascination
that I do?

Will you take my hand anyway?

Are you willing
to take my heart,
and look after it?

I want to give you my hand
and my heart,
but I’m afraid.

Can you see my fear?
Do you understand?