So'er afraid

It's like when you are little and you hear about the angels that come to earth...

I looked into your eyes and you were so'er afraid that maybe you wouldn't know how to be. But really it was just to you that I was looking in an earthly way and not my imagination of someone with heaven for eyes.

It felt warm, like when you get into a car on a winter's day and there is just enough sun to make you realize how love feels behind the glass and just how it might feel on the other side.

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In fits of bravado and swagger,
I am afraid of hurting another
not with intent, but without it
the intent part is concrete
(and fairly simple to avoid)
without realizing, is different
So sayeth, the amygdala