He tries to define her poetry
but she’s more than just words.
He tries to analyze her through psychology,
but no theory can hold her.

He studies her like an ancient text,
each symbol more confusing than the last.
She’s a Rubik’s cube
just when he thinks he’s solved her, she shifts to
unsolvable.
And it gives him a headache.

A mystery, yet captivating
and that’s what makes her even more alluring.

She is the brown-eyed girl
who lives in the spaces between his thoughts.