You evade me

And I don’t know what it is that you make me want to do

I share so close to feeling and in one day I can

Laugh, cry, shake, snort, chuckle, sob and sneeze

Simply with the thought of you.

You enthral me

And I can go from day to day

First not wanting to speak to you, the next finding comfort in your voice

And the thought of your caring.

You irritate me

As I have yet to discover what it is you look for in me.

But somehow I catch you at odd times

- still looking.

So you still believe in me?

From time to time, I think all faith is

Lost in you

Why believe in something so fickle?

But then word is stronger than religion

And to me (only me?)