Dear, you are so contradictory.
Just like air, you don’t settle in one spot.
And molecular – it’s a mystery
Why you haven’t been in my history.
So very, very contradictory.
Just as a pretty, young woman in pink
Creates whimsical romanticities,
You’ve caused our warming hearts to beat in sync.
Why must you be so contradictory?
Like a perfume I’ve smelled on any girl
On any given day in the spring,
But has never been quite so. . . hypnotizing. . .