I love you (and that frightens me)

I need to tell you,
I need to confess to you
that you frighten me.
Not in the way a ghost does,
no, not that way,
but in a way that's ever more surreal
and ever more mysterious.

I don't know how to lie to you
so I don't,
I know I'm as transparent as they come.
Do you miss the mystery of it all?
Of lobes and lips and tongues
of strangers?
Do you miss being new?

I suppose I don't want to hide from you,
I want you to see all,
know all,
feel all.
I want you to know that when I look at you,
sometimes,
I get this painful rush of love
up and down my heart
and every heart beat makes me want heaven on earth for you,
and that frightens me.

I am no sacrificial lamb,
I have no sacrificial goat,
all I can say is the truth to you, for you.
I love you
and that frightens me.