Remember the song from Fiddler on the Roof
‘Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles’ well
I have finally discovered why you mean so
much to me, you are an unsolved mystery!
Every attempt to uncover your true feeling, to
ferret out your secrets, leads to a mystifying
dead end, my curiosity about your strange
behaviour is growing, when I try to find
A possible explanation for your weird attitude
your behaviour foils my boldest explanations
I’m mesmerised by so much mystery, riddles
refusing to be solved by Agatha Christie
Whenever the most obvious explanation is
explored, your replies destroy the logical
thoughts presented on the subject, you
escape every attempt to catch you
Within a definition, I shiver in fear when you
reply so violently to a kind query, convinced
so much fury must conceal a mind unhinged
a strange genius I cannot explore
But I love mysteries so much, the challenge,
the elusive quality you give to life, you add
the dimension of unlimited imagination to
my life – I adore that, thank you so much!
(I shall always love my own private mystery,
the best thing I have ever come across...)
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