"The Lady who Writes Unknown"

The lady who writes unknown

How I wished to know your works

How greatly I wondered what--

What tune glides beneath your shell

Every stroke you'll wish

Every art you'll envision

How my eyes wished to know

The sunken reefs

Your magic swam upon

She who writes perfection

Though hides in her own satisfaction

Her skill unmatched, surely well hidden

Her flaws unnoticed but not forbidden

How my perception sways

By the stroke of pen her fingers played

There it lays where my heart finds its place.

She who writes what

On fields of paper; white and flawless

The ink quite all over but never a mess

How I failed to see, what she truly meant

How I failed to know, ways she've went

A pleasing enigma: charming yet what?

An equation just without the math

She who wrote me off

Caused by destiny's loosely written plays

And emotions that never found it's place

A sudden tear by a twist of fate

A broken pen you've lost your faith

The incorrect text poorly placed

  Beneath such scribbles

She was the book

And I am the viewer

Though fickle it is

All I've ever saw

Is the title

But never

 The content.

-V. Phaighton