So Many Questions

So many questions
Randomly out of the blue
I would ask them
But I feel like such bother to you

I've asked too many already
I'd better stop now
But I know you'd insist
Here's every question and a small bow

What's your favourite colour?
Jeans or shorts?
What about tank tops,
Or are they a mission abort?

Do you like giraffe's?
Or have you ever been to a zoo?
Do you have questions
Like mine too?

Comb or hairbrush?
Do you like butterflies?
What's your favourite animal?
Do you have a favourite Halloween disguise?

Sandals, flip flops, or Converse?
Okay so none of this really matters
But my mind has so many questions
For you and your chatters

What's your worst bad habit?
If you had one wish, what would it be?
How long have you been an insomniac
Or does it come by naturally?

I'm sorry for all my questions
I really am
Can you forgive me
Once I come to an end?

What's your favourite flower?
Do you have any allergies?
Any other addictions,
Not known to me?

What's your age,
But I try not to ask.
You're asked so much
I shan't be a pest

Do you like to swim?
Or would you rather stay home?
Have you ever received any awards?
What has your curiosity become?

I know this is a lot
But I only have two
Would you be okay with me
Saying I love you?

I'm so sorry for all these questions
But here's my final one
Do you know how much
You make my life so fun?