Hanging by a thread of hope

I've been told
that love is patient;
love is kind
they never said
it's something that finds you
not something you find.

"Love isn't rational"
is what someone's wisdom told me
but my heart still says
that with you is where I want to be.

I've heard before
that love conquers all
but what can battle this feeling
that I've begun to fall?

I'm tumbling down
heels over head
wanting to ask you so much
but remaining silent instead.

You keep appearing
everywhere I go
I think I'm getting attached to you;
better yet, I know.