Fallin'

I do not feel as if I fell in love;
I walked in, boldly, with wide open eyes,
Knowing who and what it was made of,
Of course susceptible still to surprise,
But not too shocked by love itself. I knew
What I was doing in at least that sense:
The place I was, where I was going to,
And something of the journey. How intense
It would become? No, that I did not know,
But figured out with every further stride
And I was well aware that it would grow
Greater in me the more I was inside.
So did I fall in love? I would say not.
But I am still in love, and burning hot.