I can't recall one day that you haven't crossed my mind.
Some people would say, "Have you any pride pouring out your heart, your soul to one beyond hope,beyond reason?"
It's not about pride.
Woman of many words have no explanation of what it is.
I do know...You are always there,
lingering as if you own my mind, my heart.
Sometimes I wish it wasn't that way.
But then I would miss the thought of you.