Shrouded Affection

My affection resides within a lady like no other.
She is gracious, truly of a benign essence.
Conveying the purest of kindness and tranquility,
She always vanquishes the sorrows that ravage my heart.
Even if the time we share, lasts for only moments.

Impeccable in her virtue, it seems her beauty has no bounds.
Amongst a necropolis crawling with gloom,
She is the rose that cultivates the wicked with her charm.
Without realizing it, she enlightens their torment with that of serenity.

I’m her admirer from afar, seemingly heart-stricken with her qualities.
But, amidst the timid constraints of the veil that shrouds my mind,
I wearily hide away my affection for her in solitude.
Yet, if I could, I’d proclaim onto the world,
“Oh darling, my heart cries out your name!”