Drowning

Purity and passion.

Would I find anyone who could 
make me fall for both at once?
Drive me to the brink, drown me!

While warm waters engulf me,and I descend with flailing hands,
Would she reach for me and hold me?

With her fingers. 
Delicate but firm, like her heart.

Would I hit rock bottom or would I gasp for breath?

Through vision blurred by splashes, 
would I be able to behold her again?

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