First it was curiosity
Then I found her full of generosity
The more I gander into her mind
A mirror reflection of me was want I would find
Smart, perceptive, and maybe even sweet
More to the eye, then anyone will ever see
Mysterious, driven, passionate in many ways
Known to be very secretive, especially on rainy days
That's why she has this overwhelming tug on me
And one day we shall surely meet, and then I shall see
This person that has me, so intrigue

Am I the victim or the perpetrator?
Do I wish for too much?
Or, do I accept too little?
Do I compare myself to the bright morning sun?
Or, am I really the evil one, that lurks in the dark?
Is wanting what one will not, or can't give, a good reason to leave?
Or should I stay, and live a life that drags one into more of life misery?
Want it, or not, that's the real question