The Wandering Of A Mind

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.