she was my enigma.
her eyes posed the finest look
that shattered my glass wall
she held my hand with sheer warmth,
and I was left with my heart floating,
following her gentle steps.
hungry was I,
to unravel her translucent secrecy,
to dig deep into her being.
but as I sought to do so,
one smile from her told me
I am the lone piece that fits her puzzle.
from then on, our souls complete each other.

she is my enigma.
she stirs my being into such elation
that only she can conceive.
my heart shreds whenever she turns her back on me,
her slow steps away from me pound on my ears
like drum beats.
I still have dreams of her,
and there our lips touch with madness,
with comfort, with passion, with love..
her entirety is no longer unfathomable,
still I find mystery in spaces between
her glowing entity.

she will be my enigma.
for years I held on to her
as she was mine
and I was hers.
she will wave her hand
as she will bid a bittersweet goodbye.
slowly, the pieces of our puzzle
will fall to the ground
and scatter the passions we once weaved.
yet, her being will continue to entice me
a timeless charm that will cast me
wanting her,
probing through the breadth of her unsolved mystery.