I Am Still Happy

I walked out to the edge
My eyes drawn to the horizon
Where the crystal lake mirrors the sky
I didn't want to look down
For fear of falling off the precipice
I drown in your eyes, they're so dangerous
Their coolness envelopes me and
I feel myself struggling for air
And yet, I am deliciously happy
Am I romanticizing what has occurred?
Probably, but it is, however, my fantasy