How

How is it 
you can make me giggle 
just like a little girl?

Why is it 
my eyes wish to look upon you 
as if you were visual poetry?

Why is it 
my tongue longs to taste you? 
To lick the remaining sweetness from an empty honey pot?

Why is it 
your words intrigue me so?

And when you speak 
all the world grows silent and seems to disappear

How is it
this feeling snuck up on me? 
I thought I was so careful

How is it 
that you've caught me? 
I guess I'll never know