To be read, known, admired, like a puzzle complete,

Is the dream that I cherish, a vision replete.

I know what you desire, I sense what you think,

Our minds intertwined like a poet's ink.

I ponder if someone, with love pure and bright,

Could piece me together, in the soft moonlight.

A billion fragments, fiddly and vast,

Would they solve my mystery, from first to last?

Despite all the clues and the hints I convey,

Would I still be complex in a bewildering way?

Yet, I hope and I dream for that day to arrive,

When I'm seen and I'm loved, in a whole, a finally unpuzzled life.