A Perception of Poetic Music

So when does it happen…Great Love,
Does it happen instantaneously when you first meet him
I really don’t know him like that to be feeling this way
you say
But suddenly your days are filled with visions and dreams
Of the possibility of you and he becoming a we
You two were like magnets constantly searching for your opposite pole…
And then it happened 

you tell me
All your questions and suspicious perceptions flew out the window
Because now you know, this must be him
I mean its got to be him 

you say
I’ve never felt this way
It’s 9:30 in the morning, He called to tell me good morning at 8:30
And already I am missing him terribly, can't wait to see him
Honestly, I just want him here with me, right here next to me
Not for sex

...well, at least not yet, but just so I can drink more of him, indefinitely
His intellect, his creativity, his sexiness, the way we make eye contact 

taste like
A tall glass of iced tea and lemonade mixed from Stephanies
I think I love him

you tell me

I...I...I think I love him 

you tell me
No really, I think I love him 

but wait...

I can’t love him, it’s too soon, I’m not
supposed to be feeling this way…
But..

But.....
But, I do.
I can’t even explain it, I just…
And she shakes her head in disbelief
Finally SHE

is speechless, the one who can find words out of thin air 

has a digital thesaurus as thick as her hair 

finds it difficult to explain herself
left dumbfounded, no longer bound by words, but has 

graduated into the freedom of silent expression
Where mere words do her feelings no justice
The pat of his hand on her back or a wink of his 

natural amber contact 

sends her completely spinning
And just like that...It has happened...

They are like magnets who have found their attraction...