‘FALLING’ IN LOVE.
I don’t want to ‘FALL’ in love.
For falling I have found.
Feels fine whilst you can float above.
But not when you hit the ground.
To fall’s to lose your self-control.
In only one direction.
Consuming body, mind and soul.
With almost no protection.
I’ve been there once or twice before.
And felt both thrill and pain.
So now I know that nevermore.
Would I want that again.
Every time I tripped and fell.
And love’s emotions spilled.
It simply made me feel like hell.
And love was not fulfilled.
So I began to think about.
The sort of love for me.
Not one for falling in or out.
Unsound emotionally.
I figured that companionship
Might well be the key.
To any good relationship.
That other’s had with me.
Within companionship there spring.
The seeds of love so strong.
That type of love will surely bring.
A love that won’t go wrong.
So I pondered on a list.
Of things that I could do.
To make a lasting love exist.
For me and maybe you.
That list became my way of life.
And proof of love proclaims.
For you became my loving wife.
Because you shared these aims.
B. Withers 2011
I don’t want to ‘FALL’ in love.
For falling I have found.
Feels fine whilst you can float above.
But not when you hit the ground.
To fall’s to lose your self-control.
In only one direction.
Consuming body, mind and soul.
With almost no protection.
I’ve been there once or twice before.
And felt both thrill and pain.
So now I know that nevermore.
Would I want that again.
Every time I tripped and fell.
And love’s emotions spilled.
It simply made me feel like hell.
And love was not fulfilled.
So I began to think about.
The sort of love for me.
Not one for falling in or out.
Unsound emotionally.
I figured that companionship
Might well be the key.
To any good relationship.
That other’s had with me.
Within companionship there spring.
The seeds of love so strong.
That type of love will surely bring.
A love that won’t go wrong.
So I pondered on a list.
Of things that I could do.
To make a lasting love exist.
For me and maybe you.
That list became my way of life.
And proof of love proclaims.
For you became my loving wife.
Because you shared these aims.
B. Withers 2011