'Thoughts of Nanushka' by Jan Witcombe. You are my mystery - you are the moon behind a cloud, an unfinished dream of love The color of a bud before it flowers You are the whispers in the tree tops, an elusive rainbow's end, the untold secrets of the sea, and the words which flow unbidden from a poet's pen You are the music of the heart, the morning star And if I love you all my life, I will never solve the mystery of all the things you are.