She demands my attention
Yet chooses not to disclose herself
And stays hidden

With such great ambiguity
She whisper words
That lingers infinitely
In the echoing vortex of my imagination

Am i to b intimidated by her existence
Or to embrace her whispering intuitions
The road it leads to, is far too less travelled
Is this insanity or a work of a miracle

She never leaves me idle
For her presence is forever felt
In between the crippled thoughts
Dancing in her own rhythm