I’m Falling

I’m falling;
I’m falling,
falling in love again.

The sun is out,
love is in the air
and I’m falling
in love again.

No black clouds on the horizon,
only white ones trimmed with gold.
Tell how two hearts
tell each other secrets untold.

Blue birds are singing on every vine.
Singing sweetly,
oh darling will you be mine.

For I’m falling
and falling
in love again.

The sweet scent of roses
drifts through the air
which makes the heart lighter
and want to dance on air.

All because
I’m falling,
I’m falling,
I’m falling in love again.

14 July 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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