I feel your words on my lips
and feel your mood in my hips

She was rare, few and far between
She suspected he would be as well
And the thought of two rare, few and far between individuals
Doing all that was necessary for that rare, few and far between
Meeting to occur
Drove her to write

Love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone.

I wanted to write some words you'd remember.

Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,
crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,
and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,
but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.

No!
I don’t love you!
I just like you, a little.

Your lips are sweet,
and your eyes are precious to me.

No!
I don’t love you!
I just like you, a little.
...

I didn't come looking for you the day you uninvitedly appeared on my doorstep

How did we go from nonchalant conversation
me waiting for you to turn me off
with corny jokes and mind dumbing conversation
to
love

To love and mind blowing chemistry that I've yet to make sense of
What are you here to teach me?