As I sit here with my head in my hands,
I wonder is he thinking of me as much as I am thinking of him?
As I am pacing the room and my mind is always racing,
I catch a glimpse of a vision,
we are laughing and enjoying our life to be!
As I sit here looking out the window,
I wonder could he be thinking about me?
Are we wasting precious time that is destined to be?
Maybe his eye is blinded to the gift that was given to me.

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