Can it Be For Me?

Kiss my lips and pull my hair.
You see, I am far from afraid.
A simple glance or a gentle touch and my heart rate elevates drastically.
Love?
I cannot say whether or not it is love.
For a part of me dreads the happiness; no need to be broken again.
Yet the other part, the larger piece of the puzzle says: Take his love and run with it!
I can lay in the grass and stare helplessly at the stars but I constantly see your face.
I flinch as I feel my face heat up, as if I was in your arms.
Why do I feel like a child at play when I look into your eyes?
Why do I dread all the times we part?
I crave your skin and I want nothing more than your love.
Your smile is the moon that glistens in the night.
Is it Amore?
Kiss my lips and pull my hair.
You see, when darkness falls the magic will flow through our bodies, as does lightning from above.