Speed

I know you love me.
It scares me, too.
You're so far from perfect
and just so completely you.
I know what I want
and what is possible to do.
If fear takes a break
and you push on through.

If it doesn't, that's fine.
It's all good, we're cool.
No harm, no foul,
little damage, perhaps true.
Just want to enjoy what we've got now,
full blast, no brakes, no rules.
One of us may be moving too fast,
but, Babe, it's not me. It's you.

I'm open to options.
There are more than just two.
The sky is the limit,
and that sky? Really blue.
Stake a claim, or don't, none, both.
Whatever you want to do.
The sweetest thing is.
It need not be soon.