You are rough material.
But, you have hold of me.
Like a book tantalized with each turned page.
Your mind is fascinating.
I don't understand you.
I never know where you are coming from.
That make you a mystery that I want to solve.
Maybe sometime we'll evolve together.
Telling each other our life stories.
When there's no one around and no worries.
But that day will never come.
So, all I can call you now is my:
Unsolved Mystery.
