He held her hand in his

bone achingly tight;

his jaw clenched with bravado

while his legs shook in fright.

She was cold to the touch,

itsy bitsy chills;

eyes bright with life,

grin broad with thrill.

The edge beckoned them both;

sweet whispers of love:

it's mouth agape and waiting

to swallow them both up.

One step, two.

Three, and then four:

two little love birds,

no more.