My mystery.
I know that you will never be,
my friend, my secret lover, my mystery.
I will be thankful for the time we spend,
yet confusing, amusing, but not that close to bend.
I wish you luck my dearest friend,
even if I do know what you once meant.
My life is to an unknown event.
But feelings are not for us to share,
good luck my friend, and be aware,
That once you will meet me anyhow,
With my new lover, my new vow,
And you will remember eventually,
it could be you,
standing here with me.