Love New Or Old - She Speaks Love To Him

if you only knew the story . we're two birds in a tree that at one time knew of each other.. where she likes feathering my nest, and i like plucking her feathers because she wont let me get close to her. i'm a kid i know..its hard to phantom. it's right out of a storybook of mystery...the intrigue is that she's under guises of different accounts she posts under, silhouettes , the crumbs that i see she leaves behind, plus other esoteric factors that i know its her speaking to me. she smells the scent of my olive branches of coffee . But she ignores such. the last part is my summation-the pain hurts her because shes existing as a facade not in reality and she know i know this.