Encounter, Fragmentary

Then you appeared to me, a cutie pie.
Entranced I was and told so, by the by;
But frowning you, pissed off, about to cry
Said: There is more in me than meets the eye.

I wasn’t any wiser then, a lie
To say I was. I had to ask you, why.
Your tears revealed you didn’t know, but I
Then knew there’s more to you than meets the eye.

As there is more in cute than meets the eye
Poor eye upon blind guesses must rely:
Your more belittled to a less in my
Perception, a deception I deny.

December 14, 2013