I should be scared

Ideally, for the type of me,
       I should be scared to death,
       For the all the transformations that I have gone through,
       And for the love that I feel for you!

I should be scared, for the type I'm,
       To understand that I'm in love with you,
       To be in the illusionary bubble that my heart created,
       Inside of which, I see you as the man, my beloved!

I should be scared, for the realizations that I have,
       That this bubble is fragile,
       And could be shattered, bulleting my existence,
       To rip my heart, ending up me in ruin.

I should be scared, for the feeling that get,
       That touch I feel of your arms around me,
       That kiss which melts me, your lips on my temple,
       And the hands that caress and hold me while I'm asleep.

I should be scared, for I know my brain,
       The smile on your face is just my brain lying to me,
       The touch that I feel are my heart's extreme wantedness for you,
       Manifesting into my brain fooling me.
 
And, the more I love you,
      I feel both bliss and misery, both out of love.
      And I question myself, with all this fire within me,
      Am I wrong to decide to love you till breath fade away!