?Irrationality of Love?

I am a woman of principles,
a perfectionist,
a woman of schedules, of appointments,
just a woman...

A woman of principles,
shall not be tempted about everything,
everything that's against it,
for it's my life's principle -
everything is under your power -
mind, body, and soul

I didn't mind the people's stare,
nor whispers of me being a spinster,
Love? Ga! What the heck is that,
those are for people who are -
well... ordinary?

I walk across the corridor, of my office,
a meeting with my boss is all in my head,
but as a perfectionist, I shouldn't bump into something,
as a perfectionist, I should have seen him coming,
but there he is, holding on my hand,
preventing the danger of falling face first,
I looked at him, he smiled at me,
grumpy as I am, and took my hand away from him,
but on that moment, I somehow saw,
his eyes are beautiful,
his hands are soft,
and maybe even his scent is addictive.
I, shook my head, no, no!
this is not what I intended to be,
I should focus on something, everything,
but please,
not his smile nor his eyes,
not his scent nor his touch,
but it's as if everything was all planned.

At that day, he walked into my office,
asking my name, number, even address,
I go gaga at his presence, everything is out of place!
I am a woman of principles and love is not one on it,
I am a perfectionist, but love ruins it.

But with the principles I consider as my life,
did I found, how love mend into it, combined with it,
and me as a perfectionist, did I also found,
love made my life a colorful, and perfect one.