As I wonder and glance, I look in misery
To be honest to myself, it is quite a mystery
As I wonder about the silhouette that is casted upon me
I feel the touch of something, that is a mystery
As I prepare to let my eyes lust only by mind, body, and trust,
with perfect imagery
I shake my head in ignorance knowing that the unknown stranger
is a mystery
As I approach the unknowing figure about their unknowing presence
A smooth hand stroked my cheek with essence
In my mind i speak "Do I know of thee?"
Well only futures timing hand, would know a true mystery

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