Give my poem a read, and try to give a title.?
Oh how your beauty cuts,
how your voice en-trembles,
longing for you tortures,
and your rare touches sweet.
Thoughts of you fill the cavity in me with bliss,
but the things to come fill it with a sadness,
how i wish for your caress,
but yet, fear it for the pain it can bear.
To run, or not to run,
from this sweet honey-like nightmare,
for you are the beauty of the sun,
yet the danger of a snare.
there, tell me what you think. DON'T EVEN THINK OF HOLDING BACK THE CRITICISM. please don't hold back. And try to give me a title please, i can't seem to make one up that fits.