A sharp drop down
A quick curve up
Never knowing when
The ride will stop
A fear of falling
Into the abyss
The hope of rising
To the sky
Hoping the feeling
Will never die
And what is the ride
You might ask?
Plain and simple, its love
which goes by very fast
written by LD on :12/3/97
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