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Falling in Love with Love is falling for make-believe!
Falling in Love with Love is playing the fool!
Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy!
Learning to trust is just for children in school.

I fell on the ground one day, outside my open door.
I fell in front of friends, this is no small tale!
I cared too much for pride and I was ashamed.
I fell again in front of a friend, I could not bail.

I fell in Love with Love one night when the moon was full
I was unwise with eyes unable to see!
I fell in Love with Love with love ever-lasting.
But Love fell out, with me!!

And now I'm upset that my knee was bleeding, you see.
I am upset because my pride is blocking my view.
Tonight came fall number 3, the fall of my pride.
Falling is gone...'tis true!

So here, we are with a confusing bit of poetry. Half of it is from a superior poet, half of it is from Rodgers and Hammerstein. Maybe I, in my superiority, could shed some light on the prose displayed here.

I will now use case studies to explain this (an idea that came from my dear Chelsea Borup).

Case Study #1

Two Sundays ago my day was splendidly happy. Singing, dancing, excitement...could it get better? I THINK NOT!

And I was right! Because then I fell out of my front door onto the concrete in front of people. How majestic! Of course it hurt, but who would ever admit to that silliness? Not I, for I knew it'd go away within 10 minutes but I'd be asked about it for the rest of the night.

So, no. It did not hurt....10 minutes later.

And for the rest of the night I did have quite a lovely time. The incident appropriately placed itself in the past.

Case Study #2

"Fair" doesn't even begin to explain my day at school. One of those days where everything seems to be taken from a different day and squished into this day occurred 5 days after that Sunday which presented me with the teeniest scratches. I came down the concrete stairs, jumping past the past two, just to add a little bounce to my step.

And I didn't fall!

Until I approached my apartment complex and step over the curb. Haha, just kidding. I didn't step over the curb. I stepped half-way up it, but my body kept going and I fell practically face first, just as a girl in my ward was coming up toward me.

So now my slacks have wear on the knees so they hardly look professional anymore.

Case Study #3

After a fabulous evening of visiting teaching one of my girls my companion and I leave and walk past the kitchen window...which happens to have a rocking chair and ottoman in front of it. And guess what?

I tripped over the ottoman. Who does that?! There was a good 2 feet on the other side of it. How did I happen to trip over the TOP of the ottoman? I don't know.

Thankfully I caught myself and I didn't fall completely FLAT on my face....but still.....I tripped.


3 IN TWO WEEKS.

THANK YOU WORLD. I'LL BE HERE ALL WEEK. I NO LONGER CARE IF I FALL.

You can figure out the rest. of the poem. :)