Looking for the Truth

What comes to me at the precipice
What occurs atop this cliff
Your soft lips I want to kiss,
And yet I'm haunted by an if…

What seems so plain down in this hole
What appears so simply in this cave
I am the ship and you the shoal
You are my door into the grave. 

What is the truth? What is the lie?
In my youth, I've had to cry
And now I just want to be free
But love will bind, or so I see.