That there's love,

There's no doubt,

But, m'dear, you're

Driving me crazy.

One minute warm,

The other cold,

There's no telling

What that's about.

Get around to feeling

You're throwing hints,

But, m'dear, terrible at

Guessing describes me.

And more importantly,

The reasons why you'd

Want to make me guess,

It's not a clear part either.

A lot of uncertainty

In figuring it all out,

And so, m'dear, I stand

By waiting for you.

There are so many

Contradictions one

Can work out without

Your direct input.