I see the catch lights shine in your eyes,
I hear the voice in my head ask “why?”
I shake my cranium and answer “I don’t know.”
And when I see your Beauty I don’t want to let go.
How is it that we ever came to be?
How in all grace did we become a we?
Was it luck? The kind we wish for.
Was it design? A plan laid out before.
I shake my cranium and answer “I don’t know why.”
As I shed a tear I crumble and cry.
For I love you and never want to let go,
I desperately want to stay and grow.
And as I see the catch lights shine in your eyes,
I answer my question “it’s love you idiot, its love, that’s why.”
Some days I pinch myself.
That a beauty like you could love me.
Some days I wonder how.
How that you ever found me.
Other days I thank the God.
The God that must have made you.
On those days I gaze in awe
At the beauty that that God gave you.
So understand my shock my love.
The shock that I’d ever keep you.
And understand that I’ll do all that I can.
To make sure I always please you.
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