I find myself thinking of you,
Just a thought that's reoccurring.
Inside I feel all bubbly,
Like a pot of stew that's stirring.
It happens quite often,
When I drift off into the blue.
Going off to a far away land,
Then I find myself drifting to you.
I write about it a lot.
Cause I can't get it off my chest.
So I've come to write some more,
Hoping it's for the best.
You're like the seasons when they come around,
But you're Never leaving my mind.
Instead of rain, snow, or sun,
It's love that has me blind.
My heart, it yearns,
For you to see how I feel,
I really want to tell you,
But I'm afraid you won't think it's real.
So I'll just keep writing,
I still can't get if off my chest.
But hopefully one day you'll know,
And I'll tell you "it's for the best."
