A Mystery
A Puzzle
A Riddle
An Enigma
That is exactly what he is.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
He baffles my understanding of him
He confuses my comprehension of things
This is exactly what he does.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
With him there are a bewildering number of possibilities
His words sometimes leave me utterly nonplussed
This is exactly how he is.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
So why do I try to figure him out
Why try to interpret
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
When I know that he is just a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
That is exactly what he is
I thought I had him figured out once before
But then I began to lose pieces of the puzzle
The mystery started to become unsolvable
The riddles were getting more complex
This is exactly how he works
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
Though he baffles my understanding of him
Though he confuses my comprehension of things
Why try and figure him out
What is the point of solving
This mystery?
This puzzle?
This riddle?
This enigma?
Because once it is solved
There is no more thrill of what comes next
So I rather live with
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
Being just A MYSTERY A PUZZLE A RIDDLE AN ENIGMA
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