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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