Falling

Bright smiles and introductions were on a roll,

a new town, new friends, new adventure.

There she stood, her smile welcoming.

Something about her stayed with him.

"my hometown is a piece of heaven", said she.

He was in awe of her passion,

Her eyes glistened with spark, it captured him.

Curly her hair, had him entwined

Every day was a delight for him, to see her,

school did not seem too tiresome.

A mole under her right eye traced, 

when she turned her head to ask for pen.

Summers turned to fall, fall turned to winter,

water breaks turned to coffee breaks.

As they both sat in the precipice of the green patch,

basking in the few moments of the sun in cold weather

He stood up, knowing that he could fall 

at any moment, he stood there shading her with his shadow,

His inclinations were steep, the time was running out,

In the cliff of a moment, he said, 

"I think I am falling..."