Staying Home

Do you ever wonder why they say
you fall in love when, really, you fly?
The falling part comes
when you must say goodbye.

Love is a part of life
as life is part of death
here it comes again and again
pumping you up then stealing your breath.

I can't count how many times I've fallen
in love...or is that flown
well, either way, with someone or alone
a lesson I haven't, till now, been shown...
inside of you is where love is best known...
and there's no sense running away from home.