Fallen In Love By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Why do we say to “fall in love”
It sounds as if I have landed on my head
Trailing headlong off a cliff
Not raising love or flying high above,
But a treble of words that imply
Like a dream or nightmare
You are hurling towards the matter
Of which there may be a chance you
Hit it and wake up… to reality.
But what if I am not fallen
As without love there is no lower place
It has raised me up rather,
I wonder if you are falling towards
Whether it scares you?
As I fly up from my mortal being,
I shall catch you as your attracting force
Propels me closer,
As if to have given me wings,
Of which your body finds me in a free fall,
To catch from a divine place, and
We shall suspended in equilibrium of forces
Caused by similar means
Float in and around the impact
Of it all, still in the air like art,
In one thought and interpretation,
Like a painting by Bougureau,
For us to be in and those to appreciate,
Who see what love is.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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