Here's a simple ditty - part of a longer song - that tries to show the tension between freedom and constraint in the act of falling gently (suddenly, resentfully, reluctantly?) in love . . . Well, it's bedtime! Awwwww! (for Merioneth - Respect!)

Sentimental? Yes! Scans? No! But I promise you it scans when I get the old guitar out . . .

Cheers! John.

What did we Learn?

We learned to love quite freely
Just as wings are free to fly

But you know it's true that I
Could no more leave you now

Than a bird
Could ever leave the sky