Flowers, candy and strip-o-grams haven’t gotten your attention
nor compliments or complaints.
So far, you’ve yet to bestow even a smile upon me.

You remain adamant against my advances
so since force has found itself fruitless
I shall attempt other approaches.
I shall be like water
flowing past your defenses
squeezing my through whatever
you choose to set against me.

I am sneaky.
I am small.
I am subtle
and swift
and you won’t be able to defend against everything
I toss your way.

Nothing will slow my circuitous steps
ever closer to your affections.
You cannot stop
my insidious trek
towards your heart.