It's like a ferris wheel,
It goes round and round and round,
What you ask?
My relationships.

My first love,
My first ride,
My first kiss up the empty yet hopeful sky,
And when the ride was over- good journey he said 'but I have other rides to take now'.

Then came second, third, fourth...
It goes round and round and round.

When will the ferris wheel ever stop you ask?
It's when I choose to stop offering rides because I am worth more than a -priced ticket.