You're on the edge my darling,
come back this way a bit;
standing too close to nothing,
makes me have a fit.
You can see the view from where I am,
without getting too damn near;
I only thinking of you safe,
you seem too close my dear.
You laugh and call me foolish,
to be a worry-wart;
but I would feel much better,
if you would but abort.
Death isn't very funny,
don't make me scold you more;
must I come and drag you back?
the one that I adore.
You lean and peer into the space,
my heart begins to thump;
the vertigo just sucks you in,
or did you truly jump?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem