Mystery

The day I met you you were hidden from view and yet fully developed. More so than I can stand. You are a mystery to me. And now I know the feeling of sand through my fingers like I never knew before. The way I saw you changed the day we met and how I wanted to meet you under different conditions not everyone else’s conditions, your conditions and my conditions. But you are mystery crumbling dust confined to a white box. I wiped tears in the chapel over your name. You are my beloved, an Angel in my presence.