"I've learned ... that no one is perfect until you fall in love with them."
- Andy Rooney -
Falling.
What a perfect metaphor for the fluttery feeling, that magical floating sensation which at times unaccountably appears when boy meets girl.
Falling... (source)
Have you ever experienced...
...the sound of an old song bringing back memories of a lost love...?
How Have The Mighty Fallen?
by Duncan Cary Palmer
How does love begin?
A look? A word?
Might it have been
'Suite Judy Blue Eyes,'
Never before heard?
Not gorgeous,
But delightful, sweet,
Her voice—Angelic—
Mine did meet
In lovely harmony.
Us,
A duet?
Not to be,
Not yet...
Competition arrives
By roller coaster.
Why Dennis?
Why not me?
Holding hands,
Forlorn I see them,
Running
From the Matterhorn.
Dark thoughts dispersed
By thrilling discovery:
Feelings!
She has,
For me.
Oh, Glory!
Resurgent gloom;
Far away,
Untouchable,
At home,
One for Marilyn
Waits.
How can this man,
In time and space remote,
Obscure, unseen—
Three thousand miles distant—
Stand between?
Why Calvin?
Why not me?
Where the justice?
What the fate?
Why have I
Arrived too late?
Sitting on her bed's edge,
Stretched across
A billion miles,
My hand caresses
Marilyn's cheek,
I gaze into her eyes.
So close
I can taste it,
Love denied,
Rapture wasted.
Time foments
A bittersweet farewell.
Marilyn's wrists
Enwreath my neck.
Brief, deliberate, unrushed,
Her sweet kiss
Lingers still.
Back to Calvin.
The letter comes,
Too late.
"I hear your voice,"
Marilyn writes,
"Softly drifting on the wind."
Watch it fall
Into the bin.
Her penned memory,
Discarded,
Never to be read again.
