By: Jill Renee' Lamonte

A mystery I am to you...
My silence clouds your mind
Even if you reached inside me,
Still, nothing would you find

Do you ache at my presence,
And burn deep within?
Twist in your confusion
As I move closer in?

What a haunted look you hold-
This mystery is what makes you whole
Rip the passion from your eyes
And engrave it in... my cluttered soul