All I think of ever is that I love you.

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

There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.

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.

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

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 think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.

I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around,
like children love recess bells.
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy.
I think of happy when I think of you.
So wherever you are I hope you’re happy,
I really do.
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing this life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to Orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling
like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth,
‘cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat,
and I wish you were here;
I wish you’d never left;
but mostly I wish you well.
I wish you my very, very best

I shall think of you
Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing.
You are a burning lamp to me, a flame
The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you High in my hand against whatever darkness.

The moon is high up in the sky and it's spring.
I think of you and within myself I'm complete.

A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields.
I think of you and whisper your name. I'm not I: I'm happy.

I think of you so often you have no idea.

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above, it’s just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love…

I think about you more and more, but I don't waste my time - or yours - thinking about who you were before I knew you.

Do you ever think about me too? cause I think about you everyday, will u ever differ ma head onе day?