Averred In The Morning

Can I hold onto a second and dwell,
and tell my heart it will be alright
though my core is scorching like hell;
the adrenalin rushing up my head.

Can I dwell onto this feeling,
appreciating every diabetic moment
where we would be scheming
for our secret gateway in Summer.

Can I hold onto this apparent faith,
that there still is a precious stone,
and confidently having saith, I shall
look forward to every dawning

and aver thee in the morning.