Mr. Poetry

How I met your mother

I think it is the idea of falling that makes it exciting

The need to fall for her, the want of staying close to her

It is crazy to think about it, but not that creepily

We do not obsess if we fall in love

She love stories so much, I kind of thought she was alice 

But the better version

She make dragon her pet and the red queen her steadfast 

We just fall in the rabbit hole and thinking it might be wonderland

But it is designed by her reflection and the card soldiers could surprisingly paint roses

where Mr. Rabbit has the secrecy to smell and adore it before it blooms

I think that is where like starts, love began, falling races 

Adoration

Then comes likeable personalities

Then comes the beauty of imperfection

Then comes the ache 

Then comes impressiveness and coolness

Then comes just her and her little weirdo-ness 

Then came you, little, cloud

Then came you.