Unwritten tale

One breath, one touch, it takes one look, my heart it aches, wish I could read him, an unwritten book. Mysterious and silent, he sits in thought, and I watch, try to see, in failed attempts to know him. He's like an unexpected explosion, yet still calm and deep, a challenge to me, such a beautiful disaster. Maybe someday his story will become a reality, but for now he remains nothing but a mystery.