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“Why are you staring at me?”
I asked her.
“Why was Medusa cursed again?”
She asked back.
“But first decide what do you want?
Hakka noodles or Schezwan?”
“Oh… noodles!” she shrieked.
And I could hear a train whistle,
Train of her thoughts
‘Noodles–Chinese–Chinese eat snakes– snakes yuck–
snakes– Medusa must be hideous’
She was still staring at menu,
and I was losing my patience

Sitting with my computer,
I was singing my heart out
I looked up and she was standing there
Giving me the death stare
I knew the answer yet I asked,
“Why are you staring at me?”
Putting her hands on her waist
She said, “Remind me why I love you
or prepare to die”
I pulled her near, kissed all over her face
Then I continued with my song, she sat there helpless

That one serene morning, I was running my hands
Through her soft hair, over her warm back
and her sleepy cheeks
She lay beside me smiling
And I needed no words to know
Why was she staring at me
Her eyes so eloquent, talk most of the time
They were telling me a love story, of her and mine

And the other night, I was looking at the sky
Deep, dark sky filled with stars
Taking the cold air inside my lungs,
Holding the balcony railing,
I gazed at a star, shining with glee
And I heard her say,
“Why are you staring at me?”

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