Could you be anymore right for me,
like God thought it through and said,
"I will make her a mystery,"
so your need to know is fed.
I want to explore you through and through
I cannot resist a fire that burns
reaching out curiosity's hand
to one as intriguing as you.
Because your puzzle has made me yearn
though this sweet detour was not planned.
I have spent so many days wishing I knew
then I saw that in a world of rules
a little mystery makes passion new
so my love for you never cools.
Clever, aren't you, to keep the truth from me
unfolding as darkness turns,
nevermore shall I demand
to marvel at a flower I'd never seen.
And so I am the one who learns
from the night jasmine I hold in my hand.