My Only Poem

There’s a riddle in every line,
Thinking what’s really on her mind.
Feeling so deep, yet so divine
Love, a hope that will be mine.

So sweet and so tender,
On every hearth that who may hear
Life on a dying ember,
A Mona Lisa’s smiles to her dear.

How does life is filled with mystery
Is a brainteaser on every reader.
Veins that is full of desire
Only death may entomb to mine.