she was always an enigma,

her hurts stayed in reserve,

a woman of terra incognita,

a rare mistress of swerve

 

its been ten years by now,

and I'm still in the dark,

tantalised out of my wits,

more blissful than a lark

 

for the years reveal layers

that take away my breath,

novel undug virgin strata

a world away from death

 

its living is her catchword,

only now is what matters,

moments turn into ages,

history's little but tatters

 

a new disclosure today,

the cause of her big scar,

thats always puzzled me,

how her skull it does mar

 

overwhelmed with pity, I

see her in an altered light,

her diamond so wounded,

a star to obliterate night

 

of this galaxy of mysteries

one will never break free

from her Sphinx-like vault;

why did she choose me?