Of the nights I cannot sleep, but do dream.
Only you are in my mind and my heart.
I have asked myself, are you what you seem?
The chilling thoughts, that we may have to part.
We are the same, but now oh so troubled.
Are we alone, or almost with us true?
It seems for you, my love has been doubled.
Continuous trouble of thoughts of you.
You say you are no where near a perfect man,
I can say, you are so perfect to me.
You like to argue, but there is a plan.
It seems you can never see what I see.

Never can I let you out of my mind.

Although that should not matter, love is blind.