Remember the song from Fiddler on the Roof br ‘Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles’ well br I have finally discovered why you mean so br much to me, you are an unsolved mystery! br br Every attempt to uncover your true feeling, to br ferret out your secrets, leads to a mystifying br dead end, my curiosity about your strange br behaviour is growing, when I try to find br br A possible explanation for your weird attitude br your behaviour foils my boldest explanations br I’m mesmerised by so much mystery, riddles br refusing to be solved by Agatha Christie br br Whenever the most obvious explanation is br explored, your replies destroy the logical br thoughts presented on the subject, you br escape every attempt to catch you br br Within a definition, I shiver in fear when you br reply so violently to a kind query, convinced br so much fury must conceal a mind unhinged br a strange genius I cannot explore br br But I love mysteries so much, the challenge, br the elusive quality you give to life, you add br the dimension of unlimited imagination to br my life – I adore that, thank you so much! br br (I shall always love my own private mystery, br the best thing I have ever come across...