How oft
        are thoughts
        (of mine) of you?

I confess,
         once with every breath
         but twice for every whisper

Your image fills my head
          consequentially, my days.
          All eyes are yours.

I want every path to be paved in cobblestone
in hopes that i will find your bare feet there.

When my thoughts stray
it is to you and
where i will stray
(with you)

Once sleep comes
I know I dream (of you)
and you are with me
when you aren't near me.