What Was It? – a Poem

The clues were always there;
I just never knew how to read.

Now trying to solve the mystery

I get confused in the mix.

Was it the heat of the summer?

Perhaps your inquisitive ear?

Was it your puppy eyes begging for me to come near?

Was it your persistence, the wordless words you spoke?

Maybe your tender smile,

hiding a million thoughts?

What was it?

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