Eyes are to see,
Hands are to touch.
When it comes to you,
My senses are at no use.
When it comes to you,
I have to live in secrecy,
For fear you might find out.

When it comes to you,
I cannot move a limb.
My heart skips a beat.
Is this love,
Or just pure fear?

Love is when you’re not afraid to admit.
But what is the definition of fear?
My love for you is strong.
But is my fear stronger than it?
 
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