falling without a net

falling without a net

Love is like a high wire-act,

tumbling like an acrobat,

falling without a net.

Your eyes are like velvet pools,

I'd dive in like so many fools,

But I'm afraid of falling without a net.

Your lips are like soft, satin sheets,

I'd lie down where sweet skin meets,

But I'm afraid of falling without a net.

Your skin is like downy feathers,

I'd wear them in winter weather,

But I'm afraid of falling without a net.

You smile is like a summer rainbow,
I'd like to bask in its colorful warm glow,

But I'm afraid of falling without a net.

Your heart is warm and tender,

I'd love to feel its fullest splendor,

But I'm afraid of falling without a net.

Love is like a high wire-act,

tumbling like an acrobat,
falling without a net.

A Long

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old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted: By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

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