Searching for secrets
To try and gauge those thoughts of his
She would hunt but never find
Anything among his pages.
Looking for something
Of interest to her
She scoured his pages
Only to find empty words.
A mystery perhaps?
He hid it quite well
She could just ask him
But knew he’d never tell.
A game perhaps?
He loved to play
Knowing as long as she questioned
She’d continue to stay.
Something for her to want
Or so he thought
She knew that wasn’t true
But he did not.
She would follow him around
Hoping he’d leave himself open
Let his guard down, and she’d pry
But sadly she’d have to keep hoping
He was made of stone
And only told her what she needed
He never told her what she wanted
Even when she pleaded
And then one day
When he was tired of playing
He opened his head
And to her started saying:
“I’m afraid if I say it
There’ll be no reason for you
To stick around, without a game
And nothing to pursue.”
She stared at him softly
“Why don’t you let me decide
If it’s worth it or not
To stay by your side.”
And so he began
To speak of what he knew was true
And her search was finally over
When he said, “I love you.”
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