CloSe to the edGe

Granted. I am strong. I carry mountains on the tip of my shoulders. The winds sway to my command. Yet. Whenever he speaks my heart falls to my feet. Why does he have this power over me? So unyielding as to bring me to my knees and beg for understanding. Instead he taunts me with his eyes. They hold me, hypnotize until I turn into a morsel to be devoured. I don't want to feel this way!