my being, a glass sculpture in your tender grasp, 

trembles;

my heart, surrendered and unguarded in your

embrace;

my soul, entrusted to the affection of your 

hold;

my world, 

a tapestry of scarlet rose blossoms,

with each petal plucked, gone is a moment

of fleeting beauty and crimson passion's 

throes.

truly, 

falling in love with you is exhilarating,

or it was, 

until i hit the ground.