Crystal Castle - Byron

It's not the words you've written, but how I envision them rolling off your tongue. I see the tasty letters turn tides of tenacious tidal waves that crash upon my serenity. They split the sea to cease the peril you found me in. Your words collaborate, satiate the thirst for poetic ingenuity that my heart longs for. As I crawl on the shore of solitude, You carry me, with your imagery, up the steps of your crystal castle. I feel it. I feel the walls of your absolute structure surround me in salvation as a beacon of stable realities. I feel the molecules of grace within the halls infused with trust and isolation that allowed my presence to be known. I am enveloped with feelings of fear and attraction, boundless infatuation over you. I fear it. I fear that I have fallen for an angel. I fear that the doors of the crystal castle will close in time before I get a chance to enter. I fear that my hands will grow a mind of their own and take heaven by her hands. I am afraid. I am afraid that my body aches to touch and hold a piece of heaven in my arms and not let go. I am afraid that my eyes will combust from staring at the hues of light that escape from your eyes as heaven's eye shines upon them. I am afraid that my lips desire to collide with their counterpart forever wedding me to their beauty. Should I muster up courage and face my fears? -BR