Because you are an enigma, i fold you deep in the secrets of my soul. Summer rain falters on wind laden leaves, spilling fresh petrichor all along and with my stubby fingers, i write your name on dark grey clouds.
Because you are an enigma, i keep you safe from starlight, afraid lest some stranger unravel you. Evening curls in the low branches of pregnant mango trees, retelling stories of various shades and i search your heartbeats in the bounds of infinity.
Because you are an enigma, i hide you in the dark mysteries of my quietly shut eyes. When the moon falls past the horizon, i will let them bloom to guide you to me and on the brink of forever, mirrors of ether will proclaim us one.