Entropy.

I used to think that falling in love,
Meant losing your mind over someone,
And stumbling over your own words.

It’s similar to the exhilaration of falling from great heights,
The anticipation for the drop,
When you heart falls into the pit of your stomach.

I used to think that falling in love meant losing control,
Over the way your body reacts,
Against your own mind and soul.

Lately I’m starting to realize that falling in love
Makes your world a little more ordered.
The little things that used to be out of place
Suddenly align themselves.

The frayed edges are burnt off,
The sharp edges are smoothed out,
The uneven edges are sanded down,
And the only edge left
Is the edge that you have over me.

Nature tends towards maximum disorder.
I guess falling in love with you is just
Supernatural.