You are a Mystery to me,
Made out of velvet and black lace,
I feel you at night,
But in the darkness,
I cannot see your face.
You are a Mystery to me,
A Mystery, I want to know,
But it hurts to try to find my way,
And I suffer as I go.
In the secret Abyss of all lives,
So much is never known,
But the mystery of love remains,
The greatest one, Unknown!
Yet your Mystery, Mystifies me,
It's with me night and day,
You have left your presence in my soul,
Where, Beloved Mystery will stay.
Though no hint is given if this poem is dedicated to any one yet it signifies the love of a beloved one who has either departed or could not be achieved and remains mystry in the life and mystifes the soul in solitude. A very deep and poignant write characterize the true value of a poem Thnx for share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...........instills a sense of vagueness, mystery, which isn't revealed even at the end............truly mysterious write.........