Amor

Love isn't logical or rational.
It's blind and deaf --
Blind to color and shape; deaf to harsh words and advice.
So how can one plan it?
How does one keep from falling?
Continuously step backwards until Love grows tired of tugging?

No.

Love plays on emotions and takes hold of the heart.
There is no anticipating.
Cupid's stubborn arrows aren't equipped with hesitation.
The arrows aren't easily removed either.
You're fucked as soon as you're hit.

Please don't tell me we're moving too fast.
There is no set pace.
Please don't say it's not what you want.
We both know we've no choice.
Please don't tell me you're scared.
I am to; I'm terrified.
Please don't say you don't love me.
Love only works well with two.