She Is An Enigma

She is an enigma,
  A wonder, a dream;
She is a beauty,
  A flower, a scene.
Beyond the horizon,
  I've searched, I've prayed;
  Looking in silence,
  Lost and amazed.
She is an ocean,
  Still swaying, a view;
She is a petal,
  So striking, she grew.
Under the twilight,
  I've slept, I've screamed;
  Looking for answers,
  Found in her dreams.
Roses go wild as she comes into view,
Lilies go dancing as the wonder renews.
  Clouds are crying and filling my life;
  The one I imagined,
  When feeling the strife.
The chance is in front,
  I've captured, rejoice;
The moment is looming,
  Now slipping, my voice.
Addled in stutters,
  The time falls behind;
  But here are the words,
  You beautifully defined.

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