I spy

I spy, I spy, I spy Tonight,

Tonight I spied on him.... I have no shame... but for all I DO have!

And I knew by his printed words and strawberry tinted laugh

that we might get along just fine.

But... he doesn't know!!!

I spied on him, and now I must swallow what I spied.

I wonder if he wonders, when he writes, if I will spy.

If he wonders wether I'm Blue and he is Black.

I smiled with the pictures of flowers that he has.

And I like to imagine the iris is mine.