Everyone who meets you
Is both charmed and alarmed.
You are an acquired taste,
Even I found you somewhat challenging,
Before you found me
And helped me find myself.
Oh, what madness drove you to utterances of adoration?
Admittance of inappropriate, intoxicating dreams?
How you found certain parts of me spectacular?
Your words were nectar to little bee, me
I couldn't refuse you
anything.
You were right, my darling,
We didn't 'do much'
But it's no defence, not really,
Lack of opportunity, not formidable willpower
Or a following of conscience.
We were on an inevitable path
to a car crash of an affair,
The age old story
Curiosity found fascination found obsession
Thank God we got found out.