The end of thy violin note; the feel of a falling sound.
Sometimes, falling is malapropos,
It Lambasts. Destroys all the progress.
Not me nor you; none would like to fall,
The winner takes it all; loser standing small.
There is this something that makes your heart rave,
Makes you stronger; grants you, your life a save.
Tonight! I am ready to fall and sever,
Because when in Love; I don’t mind falling forever.