You don’t fool me
I’ve seen that look before
I know you’re up to something
And, though I’m wise
I can’t seem to help myself
I am defenseless against your charms.
What an odd relationship we have,
You and I;
There are sufficient rewards for us to remain intrigued
By the game we play,
It brings a smile when my lips turn down, and
I’ve seen you smiling back at me, too;
Are you laughing with me
Or at me?
I am such a love sick puppy
I can’t seem to help myself.
© photo and poem by Pamela Ferris-Olson
February 9, 2014