I think of your eyes;
Get chills up and down my spine. . .
I see your smile in my mind;
Get thrills in my heart, so strong they stop time. . .
I watch my dreams;
Get slightly fantasized, erotica so subtle, so slight,
That when I wake there are tears in my eyes. . .
I feel you looking at me;
Get scared because I’m afraid that if I turn around,

You’ll see me, you’ll know,
You’ll know my secret, the one that I’ve tried again and again to hide . . . . .

I’m thinking of you;
Maybe you’re thinking of me too, but I doubt it’s the same for you.
But, I do hope that, I wish that, that somewhere, you are feeling the same way, I will always hope so. . . .





I’m thinking of you, I’m lost,



And I don’t know what to do. . . . .
{Owen}