In the presence of goodness I don't know how to act.  So much to say so little time.  Should I say I wrote, dreamed, don't feel deserving.  I am scared, to say the wrong thing, share the depth, the dreams.  I know my purpose...to heal pain but I also know life is a path I want to walk hand in hand beneath starlight, moonlight.  Can I say I want to talk forever.  Or is that to much.  So lucky, so good, me never open, always scared yet I feel safe in your presence.  Not wanting to talk to much or damage I will speak no longer.  Just know that some are special and I don't know how to act.  Inspired by something I am not good enough for.