I keep searching for you everywhere

I don't remember where I saved those old pictures
And sometimes you're asleep when I want to talk
     But when I look inside my heart, where all my love is kept

I've found that you *completely fill it up

The delicate, harmonious ring in your voice
Lulls me to a state of peace without choice
And if I had one,
I'd choose to listen anyway.
You're constantly atop the greatest hill
In my mind --
No other venture or thought
Remotely as sublime.
Throughout the night,
My dream of you rides
Gallantly through the stars
And I think of them as gateways
To my heart ...