I Gotta Have You Poem by Art Aquino

Her thoughts, to me serve as riddles
Her slightest actions cost me days to think
Oh you are intricate; it's what you do to me!
You leave me hanging, yet your smile kills me.

I need to see her, yes I am in haste!
Every instance we are together is about to be written,
You vanish with no definite reason,
I stand here longing for answers, waiting for you.

I'm afraid of losing you,
Someone like you, in the first place I never really had.
A man of plans will put words into work,
I just got to have you before the worst.