Thinking about You

Is it that innocence in your eyes,

Or the sorrows that your smile hides,

Or  the buried thoughts in your head that my heart spies,

Or the pure truth that, on your face lies, 

Or is it some magic, on me, that your soul tries,

Or the infinite happiness that your presence buys,

How I struggle to spend a minute, and with you, time flies,

When, in your company, all my pain dies. 

Why is it that I think about you all the time, 

I see you when I close my eyes, 

When I see the moon,

Having you in my life is a boon.

I always wonder what's on your mind,

Trying to know you more,

To learn all that you bore,

I can't think of anything else anymore.

Yet , not knowing whether you will be mine,

For , if you do, the world will be,  too.

Thinking about you is all I do.