mystery

Mysterious cannot begin to describe what you are.

You are a secret-

my little secret.

A perplexing puzzle.

Confusing and frustrating me to no end

even though you’ve done nothing wrong

yet I cannot figure you out.

Perhaps you are a sphinx.

For I’ll never know quite why you became so important,

only that you are.

Or are you Atlantis?

Something I’ll search for answers to

but never will resolve.

Because my adoration is real,

though I sometimes question how you can be.

Never will I be able to understand

why I am so drawn to you.

I guess I will always crave knowledge

and you are the one thing I’ll never understand

no matter how hard I try.

And I will try

because you’re worth the effort of

everything I was, am, and will be

all for you.

A mystery.

 

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