'Thoughts of Nanushka' by Jan Witcombe.
You are my mystery - you are the moon behind a cloud, an unfinished
dream of love
The color of a bud before it flowers
You are the whispers in the tree tops, an elusive rainbow's end, the
untold secrets of the sea, and the words which flow unbidden from a
poet's pen
You are the music of the heart, the morning star
And if I love you all my life, I will never solve the mystery of all the
things you are.