Fright of not lasting like a golden ring,
Afraid of falling through to a dark abyss,
Fear of slipping like sand through your fingers,
Misgiving addled feelings set amiss.
Dread of not hearing the tones of your voice,
Terror of being replaced by another,
Consequences of a wrongful choice,
Phobia of this act being smothered.
Gracefully walking on trampled hands,
With smiles on your face, a lovely quick.
Auburn eyes held within gorgeous bands,
The world is within my grasp, you’re clockwork
My pulse is yours, so never fear loneliness,
My promise of everlasting closeness.