Sometimes

Sometimes I think about you,
As you do me too,
And when not if we do,
It is a form of I love you.

Each and every day,
Separated we are forced to stay,
Each mourn our time apart,
Deep inside our beating hearts.

I hear you say I love you,
And you hear me say it too,
As one day we will rejoice,
To hold the origin of each voice.

I know not how or when,
But I know you will come again,
And I too will be blessed,
To feel your soft caress.

And all around will say,
You both look happy today,
As we smile with ease,
And to each other cleave.