I stand teetering at the
edge of a precipice -
yet I know not where;
except that I know should I fall
that you'd be there
to soften the blow -
yet I know not how;
except that I know that your heart
would never allow
me to hit solid ground -
yet I know not why;
except that I know for certain
by the look in your eyes,
or by the smile that you render -
and it doesn't matter
where, how or why;
except that I know you're
the Eve in my Eden,
the Venus in my sky.
My life.
My love.
My all -
to you I surrender -
my fall.
©dead_poet
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