He said, with ardor, that he loves me,
That his heart, for my heart, pines,
Of this obsession I see
Insanely, innocuous signs.
He called me his Winnie the Pooh,
His panda and his dove,
(Ought I lock myself in the zoo?
Seems I'm an animal that he loves).
He said that like an anthology,
I was an interesting read
(He doesn't know the e of my etymology
For I'm written all in Greek).
He said that he would be thrilled
To have me as his wife.
(But if I were to light his kitchen,
He'd have a short shelf life).
He said that like the sky,
My eyes were blue and deep,
That my voice was a sweet lullaby..
(Dear me! Should I put him to sleep?).
He said that my pretty smile,
Was as wide as a well made road,
(Well, he'd have to run for miles,
Before he reached my sweet abode)
He said that I was a Wonder
Like the great barrier reef,
(I sure hope he goes down-under,
I might get some reprieve.)
I think it's really not me,
That with fervor he thinks he loves
But what he wants me to be,
For I am none of the above.
And when I am by his side,
Like a bubble I do burst,
From him, I must hide,
For he brings out my very worst.
And so my handsome lover boy,
He rants on and on,
How atrociously he annoys..
So scat, scram and begone!