I want(ed) to go home so that I c(ould)an lay in bed and think of you
I th(ought)ink about you every chance I g(ot)et, my love I d(idn't)on't want you to know this because I know that you don't
Love is(was) thinking about you even when you weren't around
My love, I analyze(ed) every moment that we've spent together from that first time you held my hand to the last I heard of your soft breaths on the phone on a Monday when you left me.
Love can only exist in the present and the past.
I would love to know your interpretation/analysis of this poem