a waterfall,

I find,

is much like love.

it starts with the descent,

leaping off the edge

to form a beautiful fall

that the depths

of the ocean would envy.

it's the time

most wish they could

once more experience;

the weightless joy

before plummeting.

while sounding horrid,

in many ways

the crash

is what crosses the bridge

between admirement

and love.

being enveloped

by the ferocity

of feelings washing over you,

and surviving

to reach a calm settlement,

finding peace

in that love

and letting it lull.