Most of the words

across the paper

are directed at only one.

Confusing and charming

puzzling mystery

you're one.

Pure emotion

slightly hidden

where I feel only my eyes see.

I don't know

if you're still real

but this is what I see.

It started out in lust

grew with anger

bloomed in hate.

I saw the lure, ignored it

headed for poetic bait.

Filling in the blanks

writing your story full.

You're ever changing

inconsistent.

Half of what I saw's

no longer there.

You're everything, anything

yet still there's nothing too.

Wonderful, inspiring

simply, purely you.