Retrospection Poem by malini kadir

In retrospection I see
He was always like a gentle open book
I was the one up the tree;
Unable to into his heart look

Steady your casual words banter
Aware of my feelings from the beginning...
Timid soul, shy too; not up to it to cater....
Yet all soulful in words poetic singing

A pain in the neck perhaps
Tried to keep from depths
Yet certain curtailing mishaps
Got him into unexpected myths

Difficult to disentangle
More difficult to walk away heartless
Perhaps appeared quite an angel
But not soft or cuddly never the less! !

Who would but love porcupine like company?
Not hard to see why he does desist surely?
Desirous a more amicable and loving gal like any....
Hard to bend, harder to concede really
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir