Even as my heart beats, constant and true,
For you, I find myself questioning:
How is it, with all my strong opinions,
I become a listener,
Captivated by the heavenly cadence of your voice?

Should I call it confusion,
A muddled mind,
Or simply the unwillingness to interrupt
The melody of your words,
Each one a note that binds me tighter?

This love—
It strikes deep,
Anchors me to the ground,
And yet, with every tether,
Fear grows...