Confused

As I sit with no pen
My mind is jumbled with deep disturbances that become understandings with thoughts of you...
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of the first sentence...
Confusion that conclusively you understand because somehow you make me complete....
It is not necessarily and understanding that I have achieved yet but an acceptance...
Or exceptance because love is not something i so easily accept, except...
Yours
I love you too
A love so pure and genuine that I can barely describe
It is...so new and unfamiliar but familiar and old at the same time
I know confusion may have been the conclusion at the completion of my last line...
It is honesty from you that is helping me complete the conclusion of confusion...