Adoration

I'm afraid to reveal the inside
of this fragile heart you seek.
Porcelain breaks easy, love,
when it falls on marbled floors,
and you don't handle things easy,
not exactly known for thought
but for opening unneeded doors.

I'm afraid to have you know me
past the reflection in the mirror.
Cut patterns are easier to imitate
and maks are easier to wear.
You wouldn't understand these
shadows dancing in my life
or the feelings we don't share.

I'm more afraid to let you go
and regret what is left unsaid,
for the single thought of losing
what my dear heart admires:
My love, my passion, my all...
leaves things murkier than before,
and my soul perishing in fire.