Formidable the quest to match one’s soul.

He loved my blue eyes, not my wandering mind.

In fact, he  wished me  always to be  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