I feel the ground crumbling beneath our feet,
I love you and I grab for an edge but only air do my hands meet,
But as we fall, do you have any care for us at all?
You see the free-fall path we are taking,
Yet you blindly continue without an instant of hesitating!
You do nothing to try and stop our fate,
Please grab my hand before it’s too late,
I love you but,
I worry for the ground I can see.
Can we survive this fall or will it be the end of it all?
I pray my final prayer and kiss you and cry, for the ground is near approaching and I fear it’ll be our last passionate loving good-bye...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written poem, James. Thanks