I stand upon a ledge I did not seek,
With you beside me, smiling at the view
My hands are trembling and my knees grow weak,
And still I find I’m leaning close to you.
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To love is to be seen without disguise,
To offer up the soft unguarded place,
To risk the wound that lives behind the eyes
And trust another with your unveiled face.
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But oh, the air is sweet beyond the edge,
And falling feels like truly taking flight.
I lose my grip upon the narrow ledge
And find my fear has turned to pure delight.
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So let me leap without a net below.
To fall with you is all I need to know.
