Where Angels Fear to Tread I sit above this empty page, Wondering how to mold mere paper and ink Into the smallest facet of my love. Even the barest shadow of my emotion Would burn this paper into ash And not give the slightest hint of its depth. I sit trembling, hoping, gasping, fearing, Loving. Knowing only that I know not what you feel. I crave an answer, need it, Fear to hear the slightest hint of it. I gaze around, a pioneer in a realm of passion, Where angels fear to tread. Afraid to hold on, For fear you'll fight to escape. Afraid to let go, For fear you'll fly away to never return. Selfless enough to wish you happiness, wherever you may find it, Selfish enough to pray fervently that you'll find it with me. Where do I go from here? There is no true guidebook to my kind of heart, Of love. No Northern star to guide it by, Save only for your light, your star, Which may guide me safe into your arms Or burn me to a crisp As I thank you for release.