How did this start?
Did it start when I met this beautiful, talented, sarcastic woman
Who was engaged and had no thoughts of me other than, passing
Or did it start when I was next to you
Gently running my fingers across your tattoos
Maybe it started when you came back and kissed my cheek
And let me know that I was cute, funny, and special to you in some way
Possibly it started while I was on that couch
Hearing familiar noises from the back room, wishing it were me
Or maybe it came about when you left me, scared and alone
Even though that was the farthest of your intentions
It could've been when you came back into my backyard
And allowed me to share in the pain that momentarily defined you
Or quite possibly on that mountaintop
When I felt as if I almost lost myself inside you for all that you were
It might've been when you grabbed my hand and glided across my soul
As our clothes meshed with the carpet of that Augustian house
Or maybe when you simply stopped that one night
And put me above all else that was happening in your life
It could've been when you silently let me into your world
And lied to me saying you weren't worth it
It might have been when I let you into my world
And showed you that I don't wait forever for just anyone
Could it have been when I felt a smooth finger intertwine with mine
And we blissfully walked hand-in-hand lost in each other's world
Did it happen when you said, "Hey, I want you to listen to this song"
And I cried because it was the most beautiful thing anyone had done for me
Maybe it was when you wrote a poem about me
Describing my place under your metaphorical corset
Or was it the look in your eyes that I see almost daily
That scream to me, please, don't ever leave me

Dear, I'm not sure exactly at what point I fell in love with you,

But I do.

And I'm here to stay