Serenade me with your words, don't just write them down!

 You're nothing more than just another lonely poet
lingering in the coffee shop every evening—
I know your kind well.

These teasing looks we share
Are really getting to me.

I itch to read incantations scrawled
across the pages of your bent,
and tattered notebook.

I know—
              That you know
That I know—
                        You can see right through me.

You have bewitched me with your stare
and the swooping way you hold your pen.

There is no other explanation—
For why I keep coming back.

Don't you give me that look!  ;)