If the truth is so significant,
Why won’t you
Show your real face?
Mystery, mystery,
That is your defense
And also the pretense
That causes every motion
And poisons my devotion!
I am fully aware
That many times,
A mystery is never solved
Or can it be resolved
With an adequate conclusion!
The story is worn,
I know who done it,
When each clue is woven
In my thorny path
While a whispering note
(“I love you”)
Is permanently attached
To my hesitant ears!
I cannot take it anymore
But I cannot leave it either
Because of some
Intriguing or stupid reasons.
So, I will be in a limbo
Always guessing, until at last,
The truth is revealed:
The lover behind the mask!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always enjoy your poems....Pup