With fingers I weave the words
Thinking he will trace
The softness,the closeness
As if we have met manytimes
Another life,another time
I pray the unveiling will be
A friend, Joys,we share
Awaken each day with a hello
Saying Goodnight with tenderness
Blessings of thoughts of dancing
Magic surrounds the mystic
Promises of dinners
Thoughts of tomorrow
Will be our meeting
Never comes and seems sad
A smile,a window
To his soul,
Closes the blind
A picture,peeps through
With kindness and care
Words typed,a message
Will he gain courage
To hear his voice
As wind felt, the sun shines
The path leads somewhere
The Joy he gives
Without a touch, or glance
He chooses to remain
My Mystery Man
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