Klutz

Klutz

I stumbled into love,

Knocking over your pedestal.

You fell into my arms,

Me holding tight, you squirming.

“But I love you,” I said.

“Let me go,” you said.

"Damn you,” I said.

“Put me back on my pedestal,” you said.

“So what is love, anyway?” I said.

“I like the view from here,” you said.

“But say it, what is love?”

“The view of me is better from up here,”

You said