Falling
              in
                    love
           with
    you
was its own intrinsic adventure,
that
        oh
            so
       typical
            whirlwind
of gathering knowledge
and settling the groundwork
for memories yet to be made.
But being,
                   ah,
being in love with you
is quite different, sir.
Falling, see, was a
                                               flash flood,
waters up to my neck
and I was drowning
in the emotion before
I could comprehend
it for what it was-
                                     love.
But being, being is a
                                             steady drizzle,
the kind that's light
and enjoyable. You sit
at the window watching
the steady stream and
listening to the tap
                    tap
             tap
and it seems it will never end.
So you go outside and
throw your arms out,
point your face up and
                  twirl
                             twirl
             twirl
with wild abandon.
Falling in love with you was
a head-spinningly exciting
experience, but being in love
with you is when I truly became
                                                          ­free.