And I fear I never will, and all my life I'll wonder why
You to me - is like a finished book with its last page torn off - something I will never seem to fully comprehend
You to me - is like a puzzle never to be solved, a riddle without an answer - and a thought with no sense at all
You to me - are all the things I'll never understand
Yet I chose to love you still so dearly.
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