Them - a Poem

We don't notice them for a while
when we do, we usually smile
They bowl us over, knock us down
our butts soon meet the cold hard ground
they pull us in, entice us good
then push away, not in the mood
if we think we like them, we will
go up to them and think, some thrill
to be near them, very close
if we get too near, overdose
we express interest, want to know
what they like, or don't, then say so
they're a great mystery and will be
forever; never learn how to see
the way they see the world around
opposites attract, experts say
we'll soon be together, one day