Secrets, Secrets

So this is a thing I did, and it's mediocre but I have no energy. I liked the concept, though, which is why it is getting posted. Oh well. 

                                                                   

Well, hope is a thing with feathers

And it flutters on heartstrings through the sky

But love, that's another matter for those below the nether

And the atmosphere's only so high

Love is different, because you tumble,

You dive and you trip and you stumble -

You're confused and betrayed and overwhelmed

You're thrilled and delighted and re-meld

It's impossible to comprehend, and to truly know -

The descent is so rarely planned.

But down, down, you still go

Without checking where you will land

Miss Aphrodite, she's an alluring mystery;

Nobody knows what she thinks.

She'll ensnare you in promises then leave you behind -

But of course, that's the cup from which we drink

You can't ever avoid the fall into love;

We'll all step off the cliffside someday.

It's less about escaping the inevitable

And more about keeping it at bay.

But I'll tell you a secret, dear reader,

Before you too feel the open air;

Love, little one, is what you make it,

So don't let the fall make you tear.