Karen Bassey's poem is about a feeling that arrives faster than the speaker expected. The speaker is lying in the arms of someone they barely know, and they keep returning to how unlikely that is. The repeated "Never would I have thought" and "Never would I imagine" set up a sense of disbelief, as if the speaker is still catching up with what is happening. Even choosing this person over sleep feels like a small surprise.
The turning point comes in the middle, where the speaker admits that "no sane person" would do this. That blunt "To be frank" makes the confession feel honest and a little shy. Then the mood softens: with every word and breath, the speaker feels closer. The final lines are short and plain, ending on "I am in love." The mood is calm, intimate and quietly amazed. The title, "Nice to Meet You," adds a gentle irony, since a polite greeting between strangers turns into something much bigger.