affection

No longer do I understand the signals you transmit -

smitten with doubts and uncertainty if this should be rated

as my state of mind you might wish to engineer,

as a clear advantage while scheming all the rest.

To assess the situation correctly requires

prior knowledge on how your mind ticks;

but I've picked up too many false clues

from the use of data already there in hand.

I've scanned the road we travel for landmarks I know,

(like throwing dice and waiting for double sixes.)

Quickly I retreat within myself - my pride

deciding to remain stationary, static on the spot.

As if I'd lost my horse somewhere unplanned,

it's terrible not knowing where I stand.