The Games People Play

My heart is a jigsaw, many pieces,
Hope and pain and secret wishes
Start with the borders and work to the centre

Only then will I let you enter.

My character is a puzzle box,
With many sides and intricate locks
Search long and hard for every key

Then I’ll reveal the inner me.

My life is a riddle, no clear answers,
So many choices, so few chances
Find a way through this morass

Until then you cannot pass.

My love is a maze, twists and turnings,
Joyful passions and many yearnings
Choose carefully the path you wish to enter

You may get lost within its centre.

Jigsaws, puzzles, riddles and mazes,
Too much perhaps, for surface gazers
But for the patient soul who finds the means

A promise of more enticing games.