Fight or Flight

You say you want to spend your life with me
but could you cope with my lifestyle of risk?

would you endlessly worry for safety
or would you embrace all reckless and brisk?

Each time I jeopardise my health with sport
is there an awe or alarm in your eyes?
and if I was to then cut my life short
would you be rueful or my heart despise?

When I soar off, down into the ocean
do you wince at the jagged rocks nearby

or do you have faith with your devotion
that your love’s will alone could make me fly?

When I risk life would you put up a fight

or let me ascend free and grant me flight?