You always seem to come to mind. Most often, at the times when I don’t want you too.
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend that would be giving as the angels give.
I think about you constantly, whether it’s with my mind or my heart.
I’ve gone to bed happy, I’ve gone to bed mad, and cometimes I’ve even gone to bed sad, but when I go to bed thinking of you, thats when you know I’ve gone to bed glad.
In my thoughts of you there is an underlying love that is present in every word, every glimpse I hope you feel it as I do, for it is what I am and ever I will be.
It is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy. Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and lost.