Mystery

She moves with certain elegance,
with perfect skin and long dark hair
her every step so elequant
her very self, so debonair.

He's always been in love with her
For all of his whole life.
All he ever wanted was to
have her for his wife.

He greets her every morning
And holds her every night,
And tells her how he loves her,
before turning out the light.

But when the daylight breaks
He finds himself alone
Once more his heart is broken
Right to the very core.

For she doesn't even know him
He's with her in his dreams,
So still he watches from afar,
The girl he loves; his mystery.