Trembling

I don't know why the excitement of a newfound love
is hidden by a terrifying fear of actually finding it.

I know you're not playing with my heart.
And I never would want to play with yours.
But I want you to define who we are.
I want you to admit something very essential.

It's not that I'm dying for you to commit to me.
But I'm just trying not to preempt things.
It has already become unbearable not to think of anything.
I'm not the casual type and you should know that.

If you want to pursue me, then please tell me now.
If you are still unsure, then don't date me halfway.

I need to know your intentions before things
build up in my newly healed heart.
I want to be free from confusion and frustration
of pent-up, unclear emotions.

Please be honest with me.
I will take it with a trembling voice
and possibly a tearful eye.
But I promise you, that it will turn out for the better
for both of us.

Tomorrow's the date.
Third.
Breakfast.
It will either be the last
or a new first.