The more you know,
The less you’ll like.
That’s why I stay mysterious,
And sometimes impolite.

It takes a lot of trust
For me to open the door.
For you to shop through my feeling,
Like you shop through clothes at a store.

It may take days,
It may take weeks,
It may take months
To a year.

Don’t get impatient,
Just love me,
Please.
My dear.