You're My Stalker… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Can I send you a marriage proposal?
I'm just the missing piece of the jigsaw
that'll complete your near perfection
least let us try, you should accept my proposal?
Well, No! Just who do you think you are?
"Please, " I've been following you from afar...
you, you mean you're my stalker
my telephone caller, no talking, heavy breather
"I'm sorry" but since we were seated on that plane
-together, I've carried this torch this flame
for what has felt, like forever.
At least let us try, do you accept my proposal?
"No dear man, pigs can fly, I would rather die."