maybe it's her smile,
that keeps me entertained for awhile
maybe it's the way she twists her hair,
and she's unaware

maybe it's the way she walks,
or the way she talks
maybe it's the way her eyes sparkle,
or when she's startled
maybe it's the way she wriggles her nose,
or the small tantrums she throws


there may be a million reasons,
why i feel something burn inside
the moment her name slips from my mouth,
or the moment her hand brushes mine

but it'll always be simply because
she exists the same time as I do
and nothing will ever compare
to the unfathomable coincidence I call 'fate'
when I met you.