HER QUESTIONS, HIS ANSWERS!

I climbed up the silly tree of life

But now I feel I must come down.

Have I told you of my fear of heights?

I would have, had you not frowned.

I put on an act very well;

Drama runs in my veins like blood.

But I cannot find the masks today,

Pray, tell, where did I lose them, love?

I’m ill at ease when you don’t blink

Do you look or do you glare?

I hold my breath till u look away,

Must u make me feel so bare?

He then enlightened me with words

Of wisdom seldom shared,

“You run like a holy bandersnatch!

And I know not you go where!

You tread so fast and make such haste,

You have made a gypsy of a man so chaste.

I oft long to stand beside you

But you are too busy in making mistakes!

I know not why you pull that act

Or wear those masks anyway;

Don’t you know that those trembling lips

Give your echt self away?

I look at you as if you were me,

I read my charm inscribed on you.

I smell myself when you pass me by

Like I were not one but two.

Ask me not what you ought to know,

Why I look and how I stare.

But ask me, love, why I want you more,

Because I meet myself so rare!”