Have you ever wondered
Why do we fall in love?
Why fall?
Why not walk or leap or hop or slide
Or crash or trip or stride or glide
Or is it because we get hurt when we fall
And love hurts.
most of the time
After all, Wise men say only fools rush in
But we cant escape the clutches of love.
most of the time
Yet, why do we fall into love?
Is love the land over the edge of the cliff?
Or is it like a pit dug into the ground
Covered with leaves and branches
Unseen to the naked eye
Till You walk on it
Your feet don't find solid ground
And you fall.
Love is beautiful.
Do we do it justice by falling into it?
Or is it we fall because one of our five sense isn't up to optimal performance
So we slip, or miss a step, and fall.
Don't see the sign that says 'Wet Floor'
Or tread carefully on the pot-holed floor.
Ain't it interesting?
We usually fall because of something we do not see
A puddle of water, or a limp piece of wood
Yet, we can fall into love
Something that is unseen.
Bad boy, bad boy
What cha gonna do when they fall for you
To fall
To land on impact, hard, bruised, hurt, shaken, traumatised
To glide from point A to point B
Usually an unforeseen, unplanned event
Do you fall because you don't think, you don't think and thats why you fall?
Reflexes aid you in a fall.
You sense you're going to fall, so you swerve, you squirm to a side, that you know wouldn't hurt that much upon impact, or you reach out, to grasp something, anything, that you can hold on to, to maintain equilibrium.
But sometimes no matter how quick your reflexes are, you still fall.
And it affects you for life. And beyond.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I cant help falling in love with you
