People get annoyed, I'm sure for how I talk about you.

Work you into conversations, tell stories about you. I wonder if you are the same about me.

I stare at you when you aren't looking without shame for you are mine. I wonder if you do the same as I am yours.

My head rests best on my pillow when it contains your scent and I wonder if mine comforts you the same

I see you in the moon, in the stars. Where is it that you see me?

Maybe you do completely different things that are just as goofy as I do.

In short I know that you love me but I know not how. What that entails. What it means to you.

My love.