I kiss your cheek tenderly.
You smile at me puzzlingly.
I gently slap you on the cheek.
You move away and start to freak.
I sent you a paper saying: “I love U”.
You sent one back saying: “I love the U-letter too”.
I sign you a heart with my two hands.
You get no message. You’re from outer space!
I invited you home with a pretext.
You came and spoke, all day, about your ex.
I almost stark-nakedly undressed in front of you.
And, all you came out with was: “I like shoes”.
I have no patience left. You’ve worn me down.
No sign of love in you for me, I’ve yet found.
I guess you won’t get the message... not a tiny bit
even if I break down, for you, the word: L-O-V-E.
