Falling
Sitting here mystified as to why I'm taken with you
Longing to talk to you
Like a school girls puppy love
Blossoming into a woman's love for a man
Not knowing what to expect
I fall, falling, falling, and falling
into this infinite hole
I call love.
Copyright © Cathy Stephens | Year Posted 2006
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