She asks wisely, fear in her eyes,
"So, what kind of a monster are you?"
He responds swiftly, "the pleasant kind,
The one that seizes you from behind."
The one that captures your tender heart,
And never returns it back.
The one that shows you hope,
And tell about things, you lack.
The one you can't hide or run,
Playing dirty, it's all fun.
By the time, you realise the line,
You would've already become mine.