Isn't it Strange...

Isn't it strange who we fall in love with?  
They are identical to you, yet completely different
They show you their life and passion, and you show yours to them.
Each of you discovering a whole new world filled with adventure

Isn't it strange how quickly you can fall out of love?  
If lovers are too similar, they fight like Siamese fighter fish fight over territory.
Yet if lovers are too different, they fight like stray cats and dogs over a mangy carcass.
Nevertheless fights smashing through the relationship, Leaving shattered pieces of love, trust and hope littering the floor

Isn't it strange how a past partner can influence you years later?
How the compulsive liar rubs off on the truth telling angel,
Convincing her to litter her life with white lies?
And how their taste in music lingers like a bad taste in your mouth.

Isn't it strange how Love can cause so much hurt?
When you feel loved, you can hear the angles sing and it feels like you're sitting on top of the world,
But when you don't have it, but crave it like a desert craves water,
You can hear the demons scream and cry,
you feel like you've reached rock bottom, Unable to climb out, let alone see the light of day.

Isn't it strange how when we cannot see the light it finds us?
When we are about to hang our heads in defeat
And our world gets slowly brighter,
Like a beacon of long craved, happiness and love slowly descending upon us  

Isn't it strange how we often try to reject the light, happiness and love?
Glaring at it, fearing it, loathing it, ignoring it, believing we do not deserve it
But slowly, grudgingly, you begin to accept it,
Like a stray cat learns to accept a human.

Isn't it strange how the most unexpected person will carefully deconstruct the walls that you defensively put up?
Walls that surround you, disabling you, weakening you, crushing you.  
Over months and months painstakingly taking down each and every brick,
As not to cause an avalanche, which would crush you completely,

Isn't it strange how they love you when they finally finish removing your walls?
As you stand before them, feeling exposed and vulnerable like a chick without its parents,
They stand back look you up and down in your raw, naked state,
But still breathe 'wow' with a gentle softness in their eyes.

Standing ankle deep in rubble you look at each other,
Marvelling at the person the wall protected,
Appreciating the raw, naked person before you,
Bearing themselves to you, hoping like hell they’re good enough

Isn't it strange how two people break down each other’s walls but,
Yet they build another, a montage of rubble and smashed brick,
Somehow stronger and warmer than the last,
Like the meaningful, warm embrace they both craved.