Control.
The control is slipping.
This fire is burning.
It's growing.

It's mine.
It's yours.
It's ours, burning between us,
but bringing us closer together.

And I start to lose control.

Every day for hours on end
I watch you
and you watch me,
and we train.

You strike, I parry,
and again we spar,
me trying to match your grace.

And I'm losing control.

The hair that falls into your eyes
and catches the light...
and I'm swimming in your eyes.
It is something I've never noticed before.

The way you carry yourself.
The way you fight.
I'm left staring in admiration.
I try to do my best not to be distracted.

But it is getting harder to keep control.

I need your recognition,
need to know you feel the same.
That you feel this burning passion that I feel.

I want to think you want my touch like I want yours,
to run my fingers through your hair
and stay there.

Losing control.

You are my super star,
my ultimate goal and my only obstacle.
The only thing I want and can't have.

Your love is not something I can steal.
For once I can not take something by force.
You have locked up your heart with bolts and chains
and thrown away the key.

And I've lost control.