The Puzzling Man

What are you thinking, my love?
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of our memories spent and shared, of more to come?
Why are you so confusing and yet so marvelous at the same time?
If only I can see your thoughts…
Read them like a book, gaze at them like a painting, hear them like a grand symphony.
Would I find that they are composed of our love, or of more scholarly matters?
Will they be made of secrets untold, or of feeling you cannot yet express?
Yet, my love, are you puzzled by me as well?
If only you told me, I would share everything with you…
Of how I am angered by you, of how I am saddened by you…
Of how I love you.
Yes, I love you with all my heart, but I cannot tell you for you are uncertain.
Do not hide anymore, my love, for I crave to know what you think.
Do you think of me out of love or out of friendship?
Tell me your thoughts, and I will tell you mine.
Tell me your feelings, and I will share mine.
Open your heart, so you can know you already have a place in mine.
All of these feelings, words, and actions begin with just a thought.
The only question is when will you tell me yours, you Puzzling Man?

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I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
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