You are a perfectly
imperfect fitting glove,
and this is why you are no simple,
You are an authentic work
of unusually abstract art;
for this reason, alone, you have bound me
to your heart.
The intriguingly obtuse oddity
of contrast built into your core
was not put there for me to resist,
and so easily ignore.
Your behavior leaves me forever wondering
and disturbingly perplexed;
Thus, I am continually working overtime
to unravel its weird, off-beat context.
You nonchalantly tie up buttons,
as you habitually snap on the lace;
and, rowing your car hurriedly to the finish line,
you yearn somberly for fifth place.
Like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle
with a piece always missing (or maybe more),
you remain wholly unsolvable;
so, never will I walk away, or wander out the front door.