I was not ready

I did not even have to open it;

The door made way for her as she did come

all without disturbing me. Not one bit,

I shudder even as my heart did drum.

Foolish to think that I can escape still,

her merry mirth or her wonderous love

that blooms like flowers in the window sill

awaiting for the Cat's paws' gentle shove.

But I was not ready for such a force,

so provocative and true. To unearth

entropy in its not so splendid source,

washing out every atom of my worth.

I was ill prepared, for she brought rapture.

Not something one can catch, hold or capture.