Cowed

Holding a candle for you which burns at both ends
A furious flame that catches my hand
I am seared by
Remembrance. Promises.
There is nothing to fear.

I run my fingers through the wind,
Its braids and fronds lingering in my hands
I can hold it not.

And so my breath awakes, I huddle and still pant
My brow washed with rain and sweat
For just a couple of moments, a few moments
That will mean little to you,
Perhaps,
They are sustenance to me.

I'm cowed and cowardly because of who you are,
My weakness comes from my admiration and adoration
These words are secret. Letters SWALK [only instead of L for loving, a series of letters for Like, See the Fire of Love Soon to Burn, Hope with Unclear Expectancy].

Wracked by doubts, attempted to be assuaged by surprising sources,
I will and must
Yet keep hesitating; pull me with silent eyes across the line.