A Final Ordinary Invitation

How is it that we two so seldom meet?
I sent you invitations, you declined;
I watched for you, but might as well have been blind,
Watched where you work, and visited your street;
I filmed cafés where you've been seen to eat
And checked the prints with microscopes; I lined
Your building's walls with crude suggestions, signed
With my own name; I gave the doorman wheat.

No foolish bribes or careful plans I tried
Provided me with access to your home
Or to your company. You have denied
My earnest pleas. About my lips, now, foam
Begins to show. Please, this is not just pride!
I shall try spells. A friend mentioned a gnome.

Our Hearts, Part 12