Love on a Ferris-Wheel

Have you ever found your love? Oh I doubt I ever will. My love, I was told would be found up on the top of a Ferris-Wheel. A Ferris-Wheel she told me, while reading my palm. I tried it once, by myself, just to make sure, but could not even get on. Ferris-Wheels can be dangerous you know? Oh, they seem tame enough, going in circles, going real slow. Until you get to the top, and then there they go! Jerking the seat back and forth, trying to get everyone killed. You can see the cables snapping, the wheel breaking off, and going out of control down the hill. I even went to a famous park. Took a girl for fun. But when I refused to ride that wheel, she said our date was done. She called me a coward, then slapped my face, before I could explain to her, about this dangerous place. A Ferris-Wheel like that? You could hear the rack and pinion creak, I think some bearings were about to break. "That Ferris-Wheel was about to go down!", I shouted. Another possible relationship gone. But in the end, I realized it all along. Realized that it wasn't a Ferris-Wheel that I was afraid would break. That like the ride, it was the end of a love and relationship, that I could never take. That it wasn't the fall from the height of that giant wheel so damned tall. It was the fear of falling. In love. And then losing it all. Have you ever found your love on a Ferris-Wheel? Oh, I doubt that I ever will.