On the Pier

a sort of poem comments and thoughts would be gratefully recieved

Don’t judge the wrong,
In fact don’t judge the right,
It has no relevance here with us,
And we are here all night.

Tap, tap, tapping on the glass,
There seems to be no way home now but we need not find our way back.
If we fall from here the height is great,
But we could see if the air would catch us, have our play with fate.
So just stay around with me my dear,
For in this Eros place you need show no fear.

Our hands, entwined as one,
Feel you safe sanctuary here my sweet,
For we reside on the pier,
The place where the lovers meet.