Forever there will be new, exhilarating, fast.
But you’ve got me falling slow, easy, deep.
I love to pretend I could fly and touch the clouds that sit so proudly upon the wings of the sky.
Yet you let me down gently, softly, faithfully to solid ground-
Working your way into my dearest affections.
The taste of adventure and grand romance,
The feeling of safety and home,
If I had the choice which would I choose…?
Decided to try a little free verse this time! Actually this is what happens when I read too much Anne of Green Gables… 😉