I never asked for love,
it slapped me in the face;
I would have walked on by,
content with my own pace.

But one can't ignore a slap,
when it's planted on your cheek;
when it's a bolt out of the blue,
not something that you seek.

You have to pay attention,
to a thing such as a slap;
to what was not apparent,
on your human map.

I looked and then I looked again,
for once, was not, enough;
you took me by surprise,
my demeanor turned to fluff.

I stammered in my mind,
for what I proposed to say;
and then, before, I could speak,
you'd gone the other way.