Stepping Through Slowly


I am slowly stepping instead of falling for her.
I never learned how to love so instantly.
This feeling is far from what I prefer.

She is like the seasons of winter and summer,
Either cold or warm when needed insistently.
I am slowly stepping instead of falling for her.

At all things love, I am a true amateur.
I cling onto the slightest affection persistently.
This feeling is far from what I prefer.

Years have gone, and I have never been so sure
of my thoughts, though they appear inconsistently.
I am slowly stepping instead of falling for her.

She speaks her mind, thoughts true and pure.
She often smiles, and her laughs are like a symphony.
This feeling is far from what I prefer.

Love or just a crush? Unsure.
She brings weakness to my heart's agility.
I am slowly stepping instead of falling for her.
This feeling is far from what I prefer.

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