A conversation

“I find you cute. Guess I love you.”
“I don’t believe. That can’t be true!”
“It is. So…Let’s go on a date?”
“I don’t think that is our fate.
You are nice, but don’t ring my chime.”
“Why not? We had such a good time
dancing all night. Let’s go again!”
“We did, sure ’nuff. But that was then.”
“I don’t understand. What you mean?
You said you liked it. Did it wean?
You came up with the thought first and
asked me to become your girlfriend.”
“True. I liked it. But we were just
having fun, weren’t we? The rest…
I was drunk. It’s kind of a blur.
Seems I was acting on the spur
of the moment. I know I was
too friendly.” “You gave me a kiss.
And sought my closeness. After all,
I liked it and seems I did fall
head over heels in love with you.
I think we could try it, I do,
to be a pair—would be lovely—
as you proposed then, ardently.”
“I no longer wanna do that
because it’s not appropriate.”
“That’s no reason!” “There’s just no way.”
“And there’s no sense in what you say!
Why can’t you give it—us a chance?
At least one date, just one more dance.
What is it about me you mind
so terribly much that you find
me so unworthy of a whirl?
Why don’t you want me as your girl?”
“Why? Why? I can’t really explain.
How you show me love is insane.
I don’t want you to care ’bout me,
send me love tokens… Let me be!”
“See, you don’t know yourself why
you’re against giving it a try.
You have no valid reason to
reject my love the way you do.
Is it my looks, age, me as such
that repudiates you so much?
Though I can’t wrap my mind around
the fact that the one night you found
me pretty enough to want me
your loving girlfriend to be.
Then all of a sudden it stopped.
Was it just because you were slopped?
I tried so hard to stay in touch
and let you know I want as much.
Where did I go wrong? What, my beau,
happened that you ceased to feel so?”
“…”