Searching for Waldo

You turn the pages of my puzzle book and search for Waldo.
Every time you’ve found me, though.
On each subsequent page, the scene grows more complicated.
But you’ve keen eyes and tried methods, and you’re extremely dedicated.

You’ve come to understand the manner that I hide in a crowd.
You hear my plea for help by my body language ‘cause I speak no word aloud.
Your tenacity in searching shows me that you know that I long to be found.
And you seem to enjoy the pursuit of discovering me as though some secret treasure abounds.