I've met love twice. Unexpected.

The first time I met Love, 
Love was sweet. 
Love was innocent. Love was
some kind of pure bliss
that no one else had experienced.
A mixture of lust and soft kisses.
Love was a the driving force
that fulfilled all my wishes.

The first time I met love, 
it showed me kindness.
It gave me hope and 
drove me to madness.
The good kind of madness.
The madness of love.
But most importantly,
the first time I met Love,
it was unexpected. 

And like it came, it left.
Leaving me the same way,
Leaving me the same. 
But it would come back, 
yes it will come back.


The second time I met Love, 
Love was sweet. 
Love was innocent. Love was
Some kind of pure bliss
that only a few had experienced.
A mixture of lust and soft kisses.
Love was the driving force
that fulfilled all my wishes.

The second time I met love, 
it showed me kindness.
It gave me hope and 
drove me to madness.
The good kind of madness.
The madness of love.
And yes, like the first time I met love,
the second time was unexpected. 

But unlike the first time I met Love,

this time Love met me.

And although it hasn't left,

it left a mark in me.

And this was unexpected,

Yes. Very unexpected indeed.