When a man takes away
the innocence of a girl
he leaves her
as  a woman
of age and knowledge

Weep,
poor willow drunken,
from the water you lay your roots on.

Weep,
for your drooping leaves ,
dance in the wind and upon the great expanse of the water underneath.

Weep, for the final time,
for my axe! brings down your drooping vines.

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.