She Is My Enigma Poem by Jonathan Tieken

She is my enigma

My riddle to be solved -
her speech leads one way,
pulling her deeds along.

While, in her heart,
I feel she is untrue;
I sense her need to please

overpowers her will to live.
Yet tiring of her diminutive cell
my riddle begins resolve.

Discovering new her own voice,
a following leader finds her place.
Now I look into the windows of a soul

once bright and soft, now light and resolute.
Age begets experience, wisdom its product.
A joy and pain at her reform

enshrouds the character of my own heart.