"Do you love me" she asked
"Yes, but it's my kind of love"
"And what's that?"
"I don't know what's that but I know what it isn't"
"Okay, and..."
"It's not your kind of love"
"Sounds like a 'NO' to me"
"I know"
"That's rude"
"Love is in the actions"
"Why not in words then?"
"Because it's my kind of love"
"You're just playing with words, and me"
"I'm not. I love you"
"Just like that! No feelings, nothing?"
"Well that's my kind of..."
"Ya ya I know"
"Great"
"My bad I even asked"
"I was wondering the same"
A SHOT OF MIST
Small bursts of happiness
Or lifetime of okay?
None, says the depressed soul
None, says the optimist
None, says the drunk poet
With a shot of mist
Love, of one kind only
If not, it's not
Shallow, this thought to be true
Heart, with the depths it has got
Small bursts of misery
Or lifetime of happiness?
None, says the wanderer
None, says the pessimist
None, says the drunk poet
With a shot of mist
