Although you are a friend on mine
And letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street
And doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life
Unusual and unique,
We share ideals and special dreams
And still we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are
Perhaps you picture me?
An intriguging game for both of us
For someone we cannot see.
So for this friendship we possess
We owe this mail a debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact
That we have never met.
Author: Unknown
