You’re not mine,
yet sometimes my thoughts intertwine
with yours, as we engage in conversation.
This situation feels right, and though I have
not crossed the threshold into wrong,
I hesitate to clarify your position in my soul.
You’re not mine…and I know that.
But there’s this need to look at your picture
and lose myself in thoughts about you
and in my world...
I see no one but you.
and in my world...
I see no one but you.
You’re not mine, yet deep down I wish you were,
and maybe that is ill-timed in itself.
Your happiness appears missing or simply
misplaced, yet, coincidentally, it means the most to me.
You place me in a state of mystery, like gifts
given at Christmas time, and it's January in my mind.
But I remember...I remember...
You’re not mine,
and what is just as hurting, is recognizing
that....
You are caring... I can feel from your words...
You are loving...I can feel from your questions...
You are a balanced scale of joy and strength,
for one never outweighs the other in your presence.
Yet, still, you are not mine...
