And what would I know of love? 

The merry-go-round creaks, but it isn't broken.

I hold on, white-knuckled, in the wind.

The world spins, a blur of lights and shadows. 
 

Each revolution brings a promise of love.

I grip the bars, painted horses rise and fall, 

neighing and braying at what love could be.

Faces flash past, smiles, laughter, tears, 

the carousel of emotions that love could bring.

 

I cling to the ride, feeling the rush, the fear, 

the excitement, the unknown path ahead.

In the spinning chaos, clarity presents itself:

 

Love isn't just a ride, it's in stepping off, and

finding our feet, where real adventure begins.

 

I realise then, I never rode alone. 

Someone stood by me, and together, 

we step off, grounded, ready for our next journey,

still together, still hand in hand.