I listen, intrigued by unexpected intelligence,
wide eyed and and excited.
His thoughtfulness is refreshing,
especially in this cut-throat society.
Self-conscious, I strive to seem both interested and reserved.
If there is a way to be both,
I doubt I've perfected the method.
His complements flow,
impressively, sincerity doesn't seem lacking,
and I would be flattered simply by his presence,
were he the type to settle merely for flattery.
It's become apparent to me
that he's quite the charmer
and apparent to him, I think,
that I'm loving every minute of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem