I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.
I don't fall often, but I fall hard. And when you fall hard, it takes a while to get up.
I fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height.
Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?
I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
