Although you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I would' 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 intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't 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.
