I knitted Mobius strips whilst intertwined.

He loved my  beauty, not my wandering mind.

In fact ,he preferred me to be almost mute

I knitted Mobius strips whilst intertwined.

And listened to his voice as to a flute.

I soon grew tired of hearing his   crazed  views

I found a man who liked to hear me speak.

Until I mentioned I owned  ten green shoes.

Bottles yes,but shoes made me a freak

Then I found a man who never spoke.

He listened with a kind,inviting smile.

I would have liked to test him with a joke.

But feared I might then harm his utter guile.

Formidable the quest to  match one’s soul.

I need a body too to make me whole.