• He loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.
    He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
    A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
    (he says it twice for extra emphasis).

    So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
    He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
    Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
    The dissonance contributes to my doubts.

    Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
    A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
    A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
    I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.

    A victory for me, like striking gold.
    For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.