The catch of a fall, is amongst the stars,
It is seen as I need that net called arms.
I sometimes crawl, but I never shine far,
But keeping me from what might bring harm,


Some assume you are more then what you seem,
As I and you are the o’ly ones in heart.
When you hear my call, your delight beams,
You had a piece of me from the very start.


It may come to be, it may not come now,
Let the soul take wing, in this surreal dream.
You get lost in words and wonder just how,
When you speak, and I smile, my very soul screams.


No one knows how much you really mean to me,
But o’ly you can safely set my heart free.