The Pit Of Love I fixed my eyes upon the pit And vowed to stay away. And yet the blackness called to me, From where I wished to stay. They say love's one man's folly And another's key to fame. But love was not an issue, I hated the crying games. Still, I wandered toward the pit It held a strange allure It proved a place of mystery I'd never been before. Up to the edge I crept, Looking into the abyss. Though I knew not what awaited me, This chance I could not miss. I lived a sheltered, quiet life; I longed to risk it all. I took one more step forward, 'Twas thereI took the fall. I tried to grab onto the edge Regretting my new fate. Instead I kept on falling; My efforts were in vain. Although I landed softly, I sensed a bruise or scar But those were often made In matters of the heart. However, doubt consumed my mind, "Would he be like the last?" Until at length I felt a touch It swept the doubt I'd cast His strong hands pulled me close to him As one we climbed above I realized I had fallen safe Into the arms of love. -Jennifer Hadra