34. Aromantic

I've brought you flowers this morning, doll-
It's nothing much, just a gesture is all,
It's a thought I had when I was out for a stroll...
I saw them and thought of you, so I bought them at a stall.

They smell like you, like honey and summer-
And they look like you, I always tell you you're a stunner.
I thought 'Those pretty violet hues are perfect for my lover-'
I was right, wasn't I? They really suit your colour.

No, it's fine darling, it's the least I could do.
The way you make me feel, I never even knew
that I could be like this- you really threw
every preconception of my sadness adieu.

You're such a romantic, she says to me;
And does that funny thing where she
presses her lips to mine, smiles, and I guarantee,
that before long she'll dream that I take a knee.

Sorry, doll, you can't tell but that won't happen.
You look into my eyes and they gleam with passion,
But that's fake, you see, my brain really blackens
when you expect emotion from me, can you imagine?

No, of course not - this facade I've built is uncracked,
The mask unslipped, truth kept far from fact.
I'll stroke back your baby curls and I'll keep up the act,
It's so obvious what I get from this pact.

You're a beautiful distraction from what's on in my mind,
Something so perfect that I'm so happily intertwined-
But I don't feel anything - Not to be unkind,
But it's really rather muted, love, like a lover, is blind.