These thoughts we have that swirl around in our head,

Sometimes all they do is hurt us instead.

All I want to do is embrace you in my arms, but I must say I find it hard. 

Perhaps in another time, in another life we should, be everything that I know we could.

I know how you feel, I feel it too.
But what your partner think of you.

This is written with love because you know I care
Please tell me what I should do, because I know it's not fair.

The things we feel, they capture me like a spell
What will happen,  only time will tell.

At night we talk about the day, just how much it means to me, I dare not say.

Love can be a feeling, a taste a smell.
But how do I know its real?

Only time will tell.

Careful you must be about saying such words, for all is watching, all is seen and heard.

But how can we not, these thoughts dont quell. What should I do?

I do not know, but only time will tell.

Sometimes we lay there at night, talking for hours upon hours until the morning light.
You exist in head, my heart and my soul for free, one of life's late night mysteries.

A mother sees her son crying:

Mother: "My son, why are you crying".

Son: "mother I am in pain".

Mother: "Where does it hurt and I shall make it better".

The son points to his heart

Mother: "Oh my sweet boy. The only way to heal that which ails you is to confront that which you fear".

The son stares into the sky

Son: "Why...why, why must I feel this way"

Mother: "Because we are human, we laugh, we cry, we love. Sometimes it's not about the "how" you feel but the "why".

Son: "Mother, does the pain ever go away?"

Mother: " Of course it does, you have nothing to fear because everything will be alright in the end and if everything is not alright.......then it is not yet the end".

Son: "Mother, how did you overcome that which you feared?"

Mother: "Well that's simple. I met your father and we stepped into the unknown together. He said with something unsaid on both ends surely we know the difference" .

Son: " I understand now. It is not the "why" I must focus on but the "how" to move forward".

Mother: "One day you will find your reason to keep moving forward and it will surprise you in ways you could never imagine".

A dangerous game we play.

One where only one may win and one will pay.

Life has a funny way of bringing people together doesn't it? Someone you've never met and yet feel like you've known your whole life.

Some may call it chance but I say its fate.
With their mind so pure, anything they can create..

The way I feel, is it right or is it wrong?
Something that sounds like it should be written in song.

You and I, we play a dangerous game but what can I do when my heart yearns for you.

It echoes in my mind, my very soul too. Just how much I dont want to lose you.

You and I, we play a dangerous game. But as the old saying goes, "the heart wants what the heart wants".

What should I do?

Everything I love about her.

I love the way you laugh at my jokes even when I don't think they're very funny.

I love the random little outbursts you have that make you look cute and adorable.

I love that when I'm with you I feel at peace and can open up like never before.

I love getting a good morning and a goodnight message because to me, you're the first and last thing I think about every day.

I love the way you smile because when you do it's like nothing else around me matters

I love the fact that when you're anxious or worried about something I can be there to reassure you that everything will be ok.

I love the way you just zone out into your own little world then moments later return back with a smile on your face knowing that I was here waiting for you come back.

I love that what you say is what you mean and what you mean is what you say.

The only thing that hurts about loving all these things about you is not being able to share them with you.