Secret Admirer

"Hello, my Juliet."

"What's up, Paris?"

"I'm hanging out."

"You hang out with who?"

"With your beloved wise father."

"Where do you guys go?"

"Not far from your house."

"What are you talking about?"

"About how much I love..."

"Whom do you love? Me?"

"Pretty much, you are correct."

"I'm flattered by this, but..."

"But what's wrong and why? "

"I just couldn't tell why."

"You couldn't love me back?"

"I just couldn't love you."

"I will still love you."

"Paris, you better hate me."

"Why should I hate you?"

"Because I fall for him."

- Lea, prosenpoetry