The Precipitous Third
Warmed in the hearth of your presence
Glowing in your dearth and comprescence
With terms of tenderness poised to spill
For a love I could capture or kill
Still inhibition holds my heart in the headlights
As I endeavour to safeguard you in my sights
Standing ever stock still
Forswearing free will
A tongue-tied fool in the face of exposure
I scramble and pray for footsure composure
Swearing every plaudit is penultimate,
I expect you to turn tail and quit
Yet I’m holding out hope,
That you're far from the end of your rope
Glowing in your dearth and comprescence
With terms of tenderness poised to spill
For a love I could capture or kill
Still inhibition holds my heart in the headlights
As I endeavour to safeguard you in my sights
Standing ever stock still
Forswearing free will
A tongue-tied fool in the face of exposure
I scramble and pray for footsure composure
Swearing every plaudit is penultimate,
I expect you to turn tail and quit
Yet I’m holding out hope,
That you're far from the end of your rope