I love the mystery in you
A quiet depth, like a still lake at dusk
Holding reflections that shift with every glance
The shadow you cast
Is not absence but presence
A soft veil over what could be, inviting me to wonder, not to solve …
You are a riddle
Pieces scattered like stars in a wide open sky
Each clue a whisper of meaning, yet the answer stays just out of reach …
A whirlwind stirs within you
Not chaos but motion
Drawing me closer, only to spin me into wonder again …
You are a mystery box
Sealed with care and quiet allure
Its weight a promise of something unseen
Waiting for those who dare to open without haste …
And yet, I do not seek to solve you
For the beauty lies in not knowing
To stand at the edge of your mystery is a wonder enough for me …
The word “Mystère” comes from the Latin word “mysterium,” meaning “secret” or “something hidden.”
The unknown can be beautiful and fascinating in its own right
What do you say?
I♥️
Roksana Tales 