I don't know if I like it, I'm not sure what to think. Opinions and comments are greatly appreciated as always, thank you 
Love can be evasive you know,
Or is it elusive? Or is it both?
Who is love, and why does he feel that he has the right to knock on my door at 10 at night and stop me from sleeping?
Make me dream in the day!
I can’t stand this,
He knocked my walls down after I spent so long putting them up.
He makes me feel vulnerable. I have never been vulnerable, I have never allowed it.
He grabbed me by the arms and spun me and shocked me and surprised me. I want him to grab me again.
He woke me up and shook me up and made me want to cry and sing and laugh all at once. So many emotions at once, I’ve never known this.
Makes me think until my mind is tired, but I still think more.
Makes me write until my arm is sore, but still, I write more.
I cannot stop thinking, I cannot stop writing.
Still, I am so inarticulate! Never have I been so inarticulate.
Who is this love character anyway?
Who can I ask that knows?
Shakespeare, Eliot, Ginsberg? Do they know? They are all dead.
Why am I so forgiving and eager?
Why do I thank God, because someone knocked on my door at 10 at night and kept me awake and stopped me from sleeping, and made me dream in the day.
He is so evasive and so elusive.
He is lovely and also threatening.
He is captivating and he is interesting.
I will sleep and I will dream, and I will wake and I will dream even more.
Thank you, I have never been so happy to have a stranger knocking on my door at 10 at night. I will give up sleep for you.
Love can be evasive you know,
Or is it elusive? Or is it both?
Who is love, and why does he feel that he has the right to knock on my door at 10 at night and stop me from sleeping?
Make me dream in the day!
I can’t stand this,
He knocked my walls down after I spent so long putting them up.
He makes me feel vulnerable. I have never been vulnerable, I have never allowed it.
He grabbed me by the arms and spun me and shocked me and surprised me. I want him to grab me again.
He woke me up and shook me up and made me want to cry and sing and laugh all at once. So many emotions at once, I’ve never known this.
Makes me think until my mind is tired, but I still think more.
Makes me write until my arm is sore, but still, I write more.
I cannot stop thinking, I cannot stop writing.
Still, I am so inarticulate! Never have I been so inarticulate.
Who is this love character anyway?
Who can I ask that knows?
Shakespeare, Eliot, Ginsberg? Do they know? They are all dead.
Why am I so forgiving and eager?
Why do I thank God, because someone knocked on my door at 10 at night and kept me awake and stopped me from sleeping, and made me dream in the day.
He is so evasive and so elusive.
He is lovely and also threatening.
He is captivating and he is interesting.
I will sleep and I will dream, and I will wake and I will dream even more.
Thank you, I have never been so happy to have a stranger knocking on my door at 10 at night. I will give up sleep for you.
