Commitment

I would step, in trepidation, the floor would slide beneath my toes; the unknown, a well of sadness, worried how far it goes. To where would my heart plummet if I dropped it like a rose? Would the petals vanish, surrendered to a fate that heaven knows? I would court anticipation, simmering inside, and what would happen then? Hesitation at the journey to the stars and back again. I am ready for commitment, I can see it, count to ten; I am yours if you still want me, simply tell me where and when.