What do you know of me?
I’ve been up for hours whilst you lay sleeping.
I’ve heard the wind whisper, and the moon sing
Don’t tell me you know me.
What do you think of me?
Little, if anything:
mind my own business, am always in hiding.
Don’t think you can know me.
What do you want of me?
What is so interesting?
Do you find watching my life so amusing?
I want you to leave me.
What do I know of you?
Always interior, looking within,
and so I admit with a smile and a grin that
I know nothing of you.
What do I think of you?
You’re really quite handsome, from what I have seen:
your eyes are like diamonds, your smile is serene…
I don’t often think of you.
What do I want of you?
Hard to explain it, where to begin?
I couldn’t support ever letting you in
but the truth is, I want you.
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It’s Open Link Night Live at dVerse tonight, where you are invited to join us and read a poem live. Alternatively, you can simply link up a favourite poem. I had fun with this one, imagining an imagined romance between two reclusive people!