Nice to Meet You

I'll ask your favourite colour
and what you like to drink
Whatever is the outcome
Is mine
Or so you'll think.
The evening passes slowly
We talk from verse to verse
You speak - each word a  blessing
I craft into my curse.
I'll soak up every droplet
Of truth you duly poor
Entwine it with my being
And mirror you once more
and when you hit your slumber
and sleep without a wink
I'll follow you to darkness
and ponder how you think.

A shape-shifter of being
Chameleon of truths
My sole cast by the wayside
Somewhere within my youth.
Your face will pose the meaning
of all I've moulded to
The mirror holds a portrait
Not known to me, nor you
And when the nitty-gritty
Of life strikes fast and hard
Unveiled of all my pretence
Your love I will discard.

With weaping eyes and solumn
I'll shelter all that's bare
For all that's left to portray
Is all I will not share
and one day, when the pastures
Present what's is green and new
I'll find what I'm in search of:
Another me, in you.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you."
The darkness starts to shrink.
"What is your favourite colour?"
"What do you like to dink?"