Altough you are a friend of mine 
and letters we exchange, 
I wouldn't know you in 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.