in sky diving, recruit at first must learn
to pack the parachute - and how to land,
when to pull the cord, - how not to panic;
before the right to feel such heights has earned.
far less prepared for love's adventure, all!
we frolic 'mongst the clouds without a care
'til rocked by sudden turbulence mid-air.
then other lesson's needful, - how to fall!
perhaps 'tis wise in matters of the heart
to practice as parachutist must;
so once exhausting limit of our lust
the swift descent won't rip our love apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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