I see you lurking,
From every corner, peering.
Following me, online and in real life.
Claiming me to be your future ‘wife’.
Flower bouquets, pesky offline messages.
I want none of it! Do you get the message?
Soul-mates? You and I.
Not in a million years, go ahead. Cry.
If you continue in your irksome ways
We will be ‘soul-mates’ alright in the coming days.
My shoes and their ‘soles’ will come flying at your face.
It would be the end of you begging for outings and dates.
Pic credit: Unsplash: Clem Onojeghuo