Remember the song from Fiddler on the Roof <br />‘Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles’ well <br />I have finally discovered why you mean so <br />much to me, you are an unsolved mystery! <br /> <br />Every attempt to uncover your true feeling, to <br />ferret out your secrets, leads to a mystifying <br />dead end, my curiosity about your strange <br />behaviour is growing, when I try to find <br /> <br />A possible explanation for your weird attitude <br />your behaviour foils my boldest explanations <br />I’m mesmerised by so much mystery, riddles <br />refusing to be solved by Agatha Christie <br /> <br />Whenever the most obvious explanation is <br />explored, your replies destroy the logical <br />thoughts presented on the subject, you <br />escape every attempt to catch you <br /> <br />Within a definition, I shiver in fear when you <br />reply so violently to a kind query, convinced <br />so much fury must conceal a mind unhinged <br />a strange genius I cannot explore <br /> <br />But I love mysteries so much, the challenge, <br />the elusive quality you give to life, you add <br />the dimension of unlimited imagination to <br />my life – I adore that, thank you so much! <br /> <br />(I shall always love my own private mystery, <br />the best thing I have ever come across...)<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-04-06-mystery/
