Unconditional love.
That’s what I feel,
for this mysterious man.
His hair black as night,
his eyes soft as the brown earth.
He walks in my dreams
and I think of him all the time.
Unbeknownst,
is my love,
for he knows me not.
As I can only guess how much,
I know him.
0033 Mysterious Man [14 April 1997]
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