Five ways to win my heart?
Is that rhetoric or an actual question?
The heart, you say, is like a mouse
And the traps for it are more than one?
Perhaps a sound of an acoustic guitar
Or the verse of skilled trobairitz?
Yet shall there be one?
Five ways to win my heart, you ask?
And I thought there was one-
So why five, may I ask,
For I cannot seem to even start.
One for each day of the week?
Maybe, weekends aside?
Shall my heart not need winning on the 6th?
He loves me, He loves me not
Till the flower petals are done
Such that whether I want to or not
You will have to win my heart?
Five, so we can learn to love from our fingertips?
Never to forget what made this so special?
Five ways yet I do not know where to start!
And I thought there was only one.
And that one way,
Is it not that I win yours first?