I try to understand everything, to have everything solved.
I think I know everything—-or at least I did…

Just when I thought I had everything figured out,
I met you one day, in some place at some time.
You seemed to be charming, an intellectual,
and above all beautiful.
At the first sight of you my jaw hit the floor;
my tongue rolled out like a red carpet and you walked straight into my life.

You are in fact charming, beautiful, and an intellectual-—I was right.
But I was wrong in thinking I had you figured out.
I soon learnt some of your hidden qualities,
quirks, and eccentricities-—but they were simply unending.
I learned that to describe you using the word beautiful
includes not only your exterior, but your soul within.

The more I learn about you, the more difficult you are to understand, to solve.
The more I learn about you, the more earnestly I want to understand, to solve.
You’re like a Rubik’s cube,
but with every turn the puzzle becomes more jumbled, more difficult.

I can’t figure you out--and I love you even more because of it.
I am no longer certain that I understand everything;
I am only certain that I will forever try to understand you.