What's this?  I'm not supposed to believe in this.
This thing, this romantic myth.
It's for teenagers, not intelligent adults;
just chemicals in the brain,
tried once, never again.
I was quite certain.  Until now.

But here it ******* is.
Right before my eyes these last weeks.
This girl - so crazy for me,
and.  I.  can't.  stop.  thinking.  of.  her.

Her tongue in my mouth, the deep brown of her eyes.
Sugar rush of my ******* against her angel body.
We cry when it's time to part.  We are in deep.
The instant she's gone I am aching for her again.
My heart trying to pull from my body to find her.
It's sweetness and pain, I feel so **** alive.

I'm scared.  Scared it can't be real,
that it won't last.
But I believe in her and trust her,
with the zeal of the convert now.
I'm dropping all my defences,
taking this second chance and running with it.