i'm so in love with you

i've fallen head over heels,
like alice in wonderland when she fell down that well;
her skirt poofing up all around her in a swishy kinda way.
love is airy, confusing and intoxicating.

my love has green spiky hair,
i don't like to touch it cause i'm afraid of impaling my hand.
yet my daddy doesn't seem to mind;
absolutely no qualms about touching it.

i think my daddy would be in love with my love
if not for my mummy being his first love.

my love has a fragrance so wonderful,
my heart swells up and i find it incredibly hard to breathe
whenever i smell it.

i remember sitting at the table
with the windows flung wide open to that beautiful black sky,
embracing the invisible stars.

my love's perfume came a-wafting in
awafting in,
it teased me,
sashayed around me,
that dreamy scent,
coyly kissing my nose.

it filled me with a longing so bad i couldn't sit down,
i stood up and went to the window,
stuck my nose out into the night-time
and breathed.
OH!
my love's scent came a-wafting in
a-wafting in.
a beautiful scent that lingers long after my love has gone,
it makes me seem like a fool,
a drunkard in love.

it is the smell of longing, of hope
of that unquenchable thirst we humans have for enjoyment.
ahh my love,
when when will we ever meet?

my love's sweet sweet perfume
however,
disagrees with many people.
they call it a pungent smell,
a smell similar to that of the rubbish bin.
well yeah,
their noses are just rubbish.
it's just a rather thorny issue.

you see, my love
is an aquired taste,
a taste that fills you with over-powering love
for my love.

i am haunted day and night by tempting, seductive pictures of my love,
and my love fills me with so much yearning,
i'm amazed how i can feel so in love.

so, durian
my love,
you wondrous fruit,
when will you be mine?