The Pit Of Love Poem by camila dulce

I fixed my eyes upon the pit
and vowed to stay away.
And yet the blackness called to me,
From where i wished to stay.

They say love's one man's folly
and another's key to fame.
But love was not an issue,
I hated the crying games.

Still, I wandered toward the pit,
It held a strange allure.
It proved a place of mystery
I'd never been before.

Up to the edge i crept,
Looking into the abyss.
Through i knew not what awaited me,
This chance i could not miss.

I lived a quiet, sheltered life
I longed to risk it all.
I took one more step forward,
'Twas there i took the fall.

I tried to grab onto the edges,
Regrettting my new fate.
Instead I kept on falling
My efforts were i vain.

Although i landed softly, i sensed a bruis or scar.
But those were often made
In matters of the heart.

However, doubt consumed my mind,
'Would he be like the last? '
Until at length i felt a touch,
It swept the doubt i'd cast.

His strong hands pulled me close to him.
As one we climbed above.
I realized i had fallen safe
Into the arms of love