The woe of a broken love

This is a spoken work poem. "A" loves "B" so much that 'A' fears 'A' will destroy 'B'.

Hey, I don't know how to say this but,
I think I've fallen in love,
Again.

I've fallen for your smiles,
the ever-present twinkle in your eyes.
I've fallen.
for your jokes that aren't even funny.
for your weird sense of humour and incessant giggles.
I wish we could settle for a languorous life and bask in the warms rays of enamour, but,
I fear,
That even though you've razed my fields of spires; the arrogance
And settle in the heart of my temple after looting my chest, I haven't done the same,
To you.
I fear, That my monosyllabic replies and taciturnity will do little to win over the heart of one whose demeanor alone can summon the sun and put an end to a storm.
Whose every word carries an octave complementary of the orchestral melody of the voice.

I fear,

That I am the narcissistic pride of the egoist mired in depression,
Sinking ever deeper till the surface is thought of as merely an illusion.

I fear that every word I speak to you, will take from you, at a time, a little bit of your angelic hue,
Till eventually all that will remain of your shine will be but a glimmer equivalent to the reflection of a silver coin at the bottom of the ocean.

I fear that in all of your beauty I am a curse.
I fear that you are beauty and I am a beast.

Author's Note

I used "a beast" rather than just "beast" to emphasize the distinction of this case from that of the fairytale wherein "the beast" and beauty found happiness.

I know it still has ways to go before it becomes. Thoughts?
Criticisms are welcome.