I like the art of questions
I like to know more
Look into their soul
Through their eyes and lips
And finally their answer
Because the words are not always the tell all I have found out
It’s not that they’re telling me a lie
It’s just more they need to share about
I live to see that spark of passion
To see the warmth in their presence
Have you ever felt that?
Have you ever noticed?
Have you ever bothered?
So few actually want to know if one prefers tea or coffee
If they have a favourite book that’s now raggedy
I am a curious soul
It will **** the cat in me
Good thing I have nine lives
**** them all off with all my questions
My mothering to actually know who you are
You may never see it from my side
Because when I ask questions
My eyes start to get wide
I become a sponge
And remember that your first memory
Was the soccer game that you won
I never want to forget,
I want to know more
I adore these questions
They’re like tiny lessons
Of who the person is on the inside
So there is one thing I can ask of you,
Would you like to tell me about you?