I was a square when I met her

I was a square when I met her Pretty in her red velvet sweater Like no one in the room was better Sitting across the room, you see I’d gaze each day and wonder How she curved so gently How she was a circle A perfect smooth circle With teeth that sparkle And always wore a turtle I’d wonder If I could ever hold her hands Fingers intertwined Standing a little inclined Leaving my skin behind To put our hearts in a bind Because, that’s how it starts Right? You’d call it infatuation Desire, an obsession Crush, a fascination But it’s easy to tell When I’m in love Love, you see, moulds me But not because it is needed But because I want to Be a better me, for love To hold on to me Two circles, hand in hand Walking to the beach, be tanned Skate around in fairy land Dancing to their favourite band That’s how it always goes Right? It’s easy to tell When I’m in love Today, I’ll be a circle Be the greatest circle Cutest circle Smartest circle Strongest circle I will be The squarest circle Oh, yes. The Squarest Circle I can’t let it happen again Rectangle oh rectangle Rectangle was my first love Pretty from each angle Always shaking her bangle Takes a minute to entangle I, well, I was a Pentagon when I met her Rectangle, She said she liked my butt Ha! No She said she liked me, but, She wrote me a big letter Wished I was thinner Had lesser perimeter Just her not much better She wished I became a square And so I became a square Within her I could hide About my shapes now I lied But no matter how I tried She never saw my real side. That was the day I learnt, Love is not a result of change Love is a desire to change A better change. A better you. Better. Like a circle do. That’s how, in a jiffy I knew, I will be The Squarest Circle I was a square when I met her And she didn’t want me to change Liked me like I was Didn’t impose no laws And sometimes Gave me a late night pass She was Just perfect She was A circle Could answer every riddle Jump over all my rainy puddle Would hold me tight in a cuddle Would never befuddle I wished I could be more like her So I polished my rough edges Drew a couple sketches Stopped hiding my secret sides And took control of my tides Perfect is subjective But I Am now A circle, as perfect as I could be She Has been A circle, as perfect as she could be Together We Are Circles, more perfect than we could be