Just waiting to step
Over the sharp edge
And see who you really are.

So little is known,
yet I feel so very close
to your mystery.

You're at my window,
in my absentminded thoughts.
So very close, now.

Intresting to see.
Anything else you wish to
disclose to me, Sir?

Desperate for knowledge,
or just simple sanity.
You are my puzzle.

You are puzzling.
Complex, with a piece missing.
Impossible to finish.

Further I devulge.
Into the mysterious
I keep falling.

Falling just for you,
Or is it the mystery?
My heart yearns for it.

Whatever it is.
Is it love, or intrigue?
I know not a thing.

I do not know you.
But I feel so very much.
How does this happen?

Mystery man, you
hide so very much from this world.
What is there to hide?

Reveal yourself.
If not to the world, simply
to my eager eyes.

Make me feel special,
In my own little abyss.
That is not the truth.

Another in line,
Is all I'll be to you.
If only you knew.

If known what I am,
Would you dare to truly care?
Or ignore me more.

You do not know me.
I do not know you at all.
We all know nothing.

So little is known.
I am determined to learn.
Soon, time will tell all.