Poem

My mind, it wanders I constantly think What I think about, you ask? You. Always you. But, like I said, it wanders. About all the different things That could happen When we meet. We are at such a distance, Yet so very close at heart. There are times when I doubt But you somehow take those doubts away. You are the one I love The one I adore And I cannot help but think... "How can I be so lucky?" Truth is... Well.. actually... Who knows the truth? I sure don't. Time just decides... To take what it wants and leave what it wants. We have no control. All we can do... Is sit here. And love each other... To the very last beat Of our wrecked hearts.