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,

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