Although you are a friend of mineand letters we exchange,I wouldn'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 usfor someone we can't see.So for this friendship we possess,we owe this mail a debt,Perhaps the charm lies in the factthat we have never met.