I know you so well, my love.
I know that…
You like to drink a hot cup of tea
Sometimes a total of ten cups a day.
You like the smell of old books,
You can hide behind them everyday.
You don’t like those movies with an ending
Where everything gets neatly tied in a bow.
You don’t like the concept of eating out
Instead you stay home and order chicken stew.
You don’t like the sound of dogs howling
It freaks you out outright every night.
You also don’t like to smell the flowers,
You won’t admit but you are allergic to pollens, alright.
You like the sound of when the temple bell tolls
You say it makes you feel spiritually uplifted
And you like to watch the sunset everyday
And stay back late, look out on the twilight to end.
It is quite scary, isn’t it?
How much I know about you,
All the quirks and habits.
I wish you at least tried one bit
To get to know me too.
You have no time for me.
No patience left in you to know me.
So I am going to allow my intuition
To guide me to a decision.
But this you should know
You’re too late now.
So it is time for me to let go
And for you to take a bow.
