Enigma...
My fingertips dance on passages of space while listening to the melody of love, typifying words of wonder, words of music, and words of passion...A warm feeling inside me enchants your name in form of whispers carried your way on wings of fire...My fingertips pour out my very own soul in forms of mysterious ribbons to wrap around your heart and feel its wonder...Do you feel it?
I'm dancing in the vicinity of your existence, enchanting the melody of love to touch your very being with joy and ecstatic allure.....Do you hear it?
Are you drunk with my existence or do I need to go on enchanting the melody of life to the broken hearted and the lonesome?
The night is my garment and the stars are my companions...and Enigma is my inspiration...Oh how wonderful is the enigma of my whole being...It is only known to the Almighty, using me as a vessel to quench your thirst with the wine of affection. it is the jewel of life itself ...As far as it stays an Enigma ...I will keep dancing with the fairies of the night enchanting for your souls the songs of passion and love everlasting ...once my enigma exposes the real me...then my mission will surrender to someone else who will sing the songs that echo my soul and mark my footsteps on pages of books to be silently read by You, and thus discover the real me...until then...I will stay an Enigma
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