Masked Madonna



Who are you, secret beauty,
so well veiled behind the strangest riddles,
covered in enigma and so eloquent in ambiguities?
You raise my curiosity to peaks of expectations,
since I must suspect you are the mystery
that I sought contact with so long.
At last I would uncover it,
receive it and enjoy it - but alas!
As soon as you removed your mask
I found no answer to my questions,
once again the feedback of my love was lost,
my questions only multiplied,
and all I could do was to ask you
to put on your mask again.
A mystery is best as left alone,
alive and intact as a mystery
to wonder at and to admire from a distance,
but when you approach the sun and come too close
the only thing to do is to retire.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 11:09

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*applause*Beautiful and insightfull!Well written Christian :)
2007-03-17