The Puzzle

Like a riddle waiting to be solved

Or a puzzle with too many pieces involved

You entered my mind and tickled my thoughts

Like an unfinished picture of connect the dots

As I go about my daily like

Tea and toast, daily news

Local peace, world strife

A sudden glimmer of a solution appears

My mind struggles to hang on as if its near

But like gossamer floating on the breeze

The solution of you stays just out of reach

I ponder and I think of your mystery

Wondering just where that last piece could be

As the day turns to night

And I’m brushing my hair

I look in the mirror and it is there

Could it be? I think it’s true…

The only trick now is convincing you



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