my greatest mystery

i wish i could paint you or draw you.

i wish i could write you with words-

books and books of you.

i wish i could play you on the stage;

all that you are in one performance.

i wish i could make perfume of you-

capture your scent forever.

you in once embrace, just to hold;

still and strong.

i wish i could sing you out- 

a song my heart knows well.

i want to see you in the eyes of strangers

and looking back at me in the mirror.

be my reflection. 

i'd like to take your picture...

but i can't.

there are not enough water colours to paint you,

not even the greatest imagination holds a picture of you.

there are no words worthy or true enough.

all that you are could never be played, like a character,

made of merely human parts.

your scent too fragment to take in.

you are my greatest mystery, 

i will not stop searching