my mystery

as it is raining i look out my window
to see the man i've always seen
and he looks the same as ever
with those dark, enchanting eyes,
that manly figure of his,
the dark attire.
since the days when i was young
i've always seen more to you
than a mystery,
a shadow of a person;
but someone who needs to be loved
you know it, but you don't care
afraid of love and welcome to the darkness
you will always be
my mystery