I think of you...

I think of you.
Do you know that I do?
I think of you the first thing
waking up in the morning.
You keep invading my thought
throughout the whole day a lot
and you’re also the last thing
in my mind before sleeping.

I think of you.
I’m sure you know that I do.
Now, every time I see you
I imagine I kiss you;
lay in your arms; hold your hand;
part of me wants to run and
hug you or hang ’round your neck;
with my eyes caress your cheek.

I think of you.
Don’t you think of me too?
In my mind there’s just one thing,
“I love you,” that’s all I think.
The feeling’s stronger than me;
your loved girl I wish to be.
And it sure kills me inside
I have to rout it and hide.

I think of you.
I can’t deny that I do.
I don’t wanna give you up;
force my love to you to stop.
But my other part knows, dear,
that I cannot interfere
in your current happiness
which you’ve got with someone else.

I think of you.
But you don’t like that I do.
If you were not dated, thence
would there ever be a chance
you’d reciprocate my love?
Sad, if only I knew how
to win this - seems - pre-lost fight,
there’d be no more tears at night.

I think of you.
And then I hate that I do.
I know I should forget you
when you do not love me too,
but that’s not easy to do.
I even miss seeing you.
What is the right thing to do ˗
give up or keep chasing you?

I think of you.
It seems that’s all I can do.
Just think of you…