Anonymous once said:

In English we say, I can't stop thinking about you. In poetry we say, I know we've only just met, and I don't mean to move too fast, but I couldn't sleep last night because I don't know your middle name, or how you take your coffee, and for some reason there's nothing in the world I would like to know more except maybe how your hair looks when it's messy in the morning, and what makes you laugh until you cry, or what makes you laugh when you're crying. Either, or both, or all of those facts would be fine. And I know we only just met, and I don't mean to move too fast, but I couldn't focus this morning because I need to know your preference in takeout food, and the dreams you'd never say out loud but secretly wish to come true, and if I were to buy you flowers, would you want them to be blue? And I know we only just met, and I don't mean to move too fast, but suddenly your voice is in my head, playing on repeat, and I'll probably never say this out loud, and I know I should probably get some sleep. It's just that suddenly everything that's significant to you is significant to me.