Prose for the Soul

Must you fall in love with me? Can you simply not fall into my arms so that I may hold you? Or perhaps fall down so that I may catch you? Falling in love with me is nothing. Perhaps you should fall for my words. My words are the true me. My words are who I am as a person. If you must fall, fall for the paragraphs I write. Fall for the verses I sing. Fall for the lines I have traced for you. I warn you, falling for me is not easy. I am flawed. And by flawed, I mean the silence that shrouds our conversations. In these moments, I am too astounded by the mere presence of you. You have the power to render me speechless, love. You are my weakness. My knees buckle, my palms sweat, and my face flushes. My throat runs dry as I attempt to fill your heart with words. Please forgive me, dear. I am not nearly as perfect as you. But I will continue to write and speak, for you deserve everything I have and more.