Every time I think of you its tainted with confusion.
Wondering if our love is true, or just some great illusion.
Knowing you're so far away, it drives me to the brink.
No matter what I do or say we seem to have a link.
Everything is tangled up, like yarn without an end.
I can't decipher what I think or what help I may lend.
I love you so, I cannot help but think we can't be over.
The soothing peace your image brings, like a fresh field of clover.
Nothing seems to cease the pain that blossoms like a flower.
Every minute not with you transforms into an hour.
I'm hoping that by reading this you may just start to see,
the vast effect you've had on everything that's part of me.
No matter what may happen in these months and years to come,
just know that you are not alone when you feel sad or glum.
'Cause everytime you feel that pain thats deep inside of you,
I know no matter where I am, I'll always feel it too.