Love is described in stories as a fall
Deep into the unknown embracing all
The little things coming your way
And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face
Many people have warned against it
Some have been caught or have been hurt by it
The bottom is dangerous they say
Love is a trap in many ways
But though I know that love hurts at times
For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie
It is a fall I take and gladly do
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Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Love is described in stories as a fall
Deep into the unknown embracing all
The little things coming your way
And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face
Many people have warned against it
Some have been caught or have been hurt by it
The bottom is dangerous they say
Love is a trap in many ways
But though I know that love hurts at times
For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie
It is a fall I take and gladly do
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Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you
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