A Conversation with a Chinese Girl

This is a poem about a secret attraction.

We communicate on social media.

I send you my pictures and you send me yours.

Miss Yen, do you love me?

“Yes, I do love you.”

I knew it, Miss Yen.

“What do you mean by you knew it?”

 

We’ve been having tempting conversations.

And you haven’t been playing hard to get.

I sensed your feelings for me,

But I wanted to be sure of it,

So I had to ask you the question directly.

“I didn’t realize it was that obvious?”

 

You admitted it so quickly.

Most girls wouldn’t answer right away.

“We’ve been chatting up to each other for some time.”

“Did you expect me to say no?”

No, I’m glad you said yes.

“So what’s the problem?”

 

I think we’re going to regret what we’re doing.

“What are you saying, Mr. Chu?”

I love you too, Miss Yen,

But we shouldn’t have fallen for each other.

We’re not going to get anywhere with this.

And you know the reason.

 

“Yes, I know that you’re married.”

“So what are we going to do now?”

To be honest, I don’t know.

I was about to ask you the same thing.

“Is that all you can say?”

I’m just as guilty as you are.

 

Both of us were aware of the situation.

We shouldn’t blame each other for what’s happening.

Although we’re hurting ourselves,

It doesn’t seem that we intend to quit.

“You’re right; I can’t stop loving you.”

I can’t dismiss my feelings for you either.

Author's Note

Well, what else can I say?