He was a simple mind reader,
I was a simple book lover.
He liked to read poems
So I snuck up on TS Eliots.
The next day I shook
His hand and spoke
“Footfalls echo in the memory,”
I whispered the next few lines.
I swore his breath I almost took
In recent times he made moves
But mine where such a glory.
I looked back and his gaze to mine
He chuckled a little and gazed at the heavens.
He said ‘oh how I wish this was fine.’
Then he came closer and said,
‘Bless my soul, but I’m a heathen.
I do not wish to have your heart,
Nor do I want to beat it.’
And with that he fled,
The next thing he said,
‘I fell in love with you before
Until I realized I love him more.’