Always A Mystery To Me
I often wondered what she wondered when I asked her
The seemingly foolish questions, like why do you love me!
Later, the stupidity of the question
Would make me feel like a complete idiot.
And, in the discovery of the answer
Of this self evident query was the wonder of her.
A wonder that, in spite of all that I knew about her
Let me know that she would forever be a mystery to me.
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