Virginal Soul

She mystically changes
Like night from day;
And in the instance
Of her sashay sway
Moving into another view,
I cannot recognize her face.

There were times in the past
When I could have lost my mind
Simply gazing into her eyes
But now they transport me to a different universe
Without any concept of time.

Everything about her is dark and mysterious
Like trying to solve a riddle in the rain
While the world vanishes with history
Leaving only spiritual destiny to obtain.

Her skin becomes pale and ghostlike
But somehow it makes her even more handsome;
How was I not alerted to follow
This virginal soul centuries before?

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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