Pulchritude (A Mystery)

I love the pulchritude

Of darkness,

And when she beholds me

From her veil,

A magic works on me,

And I run gaplessly to touch her.

As I inch closer,

She jumps from the cliff

Of mountain to the abyss of river.

A captive force imprisons me,

And I fail to get her nearness.

Yes, each day;

She plays hide-and-seek game,

Playing with my emotions,

Not allowing me to embrace her.

Yes, one day,

I will overpower,

Every captive force

And take adieu from

This mortal world,

Jumping from the cliff

Of mountain to sleep

In her lap forever,

And

Her Raven hair will

Cover my face.