Romantic.

I don't see your devilish grin
nor your true intention.
One day you will say
what I want to hear,
and that's "I love you, my dear."
Till then I'm gonna plot & spy,
weaving my spider's net.
You say you're getting tired?
Well, just lay down on my awaiting bed,
with champagne & spice.
What a romantic am I?

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