I think of happy when I think of you.

I think of you so incessantly, so insistently. The thought of you is always there. It lies hidden, a latency, in the most unlikely things and places, ready at the command of some chance association to jump out at me from its ambush.

I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.

A thought that is almost beautiful – a thought that you speak not, but that you cherish within you at this moment, will irradiate you as though you were a transparent vase.

It was ...
a love engendering
gentleness and goodness
that moved me
and that I saw in you

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

Something in my inmost thinking Tells me I am one with you,
For a subtle bond is linking Nature's offspring through and through.

Dear Sweetheart, do you ever think of me? Just the other day I was thinking of you. I'm pretty sure it was you.

The presence of a thought is like the presence of a lover.

Dear Valentine, I have thought of you often. Not all the time, but often.

Just a song we shared, I'll hear
brings memories back, when you were here
of your smile, your easy laughter,
of your kiss. Those moments after.
I think of you
and think of you
and think of you.

Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming,
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.

When thoughts come up, touch them very lightly, like a feather touching a bubble. Let the whole thing be soft and gentle, but at the same time precise.

I remember the time you told me, you said "Love is touching souls," Surely you've touched mine, cause Part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time.