I Do Not Plan to Fall in Love

I do not plan to fall in love

I avoid such rabbit holes,

Where things get stranger deeper still

And flames leap ever higher.

I shall march to love quite steadily -

This foot head

And that foot heart.

Please don't sweep me off my feet

Where euphorics make son I cannot think

And breathless delight replace reason sound.

No, when you love me please,

Please, keep my feet on solid ground

We'll take long walks where flowers grow

And songbirds sing

And clouds will roll.

For we have not fallen to stranger things

Not burnt by leaping flame,

We'll jump in puddles splash around,

For reason sound shall have us know

That storms shall pass and we shall grow,

And so, to you, in love I'll march

With this foot head

And that foot heart.

Hailey