Isn’t it peculiar 

That we feel the way we do

Certainly a peculiarity

That fortune favoured us two

Isn’t it odd

That our souls finally met

If one were to bet

I wonder what odds we’d get

But one thing that isn’t strange

Is how I feel about you

There’s not a shred of mystery

About what you surely do

You make me feel

As loved as I love you

And that might be peculiar

Or not… my mind will have to see

So while I ponder my beauty

The strangeness of our luck

Fear not the outcome

Cos with me you’re stuck

via Daily Prompt: Peculiar