Mystery Lady
There is a person I have never met,
she was a mystery to me
We used to talk almost every day,
but who could she be
My curiosity overwhelmed me,
she intrigued me with just a word
If only I could have heard her voice
it would have been the song of a singing bird
Images overtook me,
as I stared upon the screen
Reading the letter that had been typed,
what she had done, and how she has been
As we talked to each other,
I got to know her better each day
And there was never any problem,
in knowing what to say
You were the mystery lady,
your voice I do not know
But with that brief moment,
it was seeds of friendship we did sow.
By Nick Sym
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