How it Goes

Here's how it goes 

When I meet a guy,

He thinks that I'm cute

And quirky and bright,

He thinks that I have

Something he's never seen,

He thinks that we make

Such a great team,

He's perfect and funny,

And I fall to the floor,

He's sweet and likes

Everything I adore,

And I fall under ground,

I fall to the core

Of the earth and I melt

Like I've never before,

Then he tells me the thing

That I did not expect 

From a man that I spoke to

For days without rest,

For days and weeks

And months on end,

He tells me that he

Loves me as a friend.