She
To the one
I sit and wonder.
Every night.
Does she think of me.
I think of all the times.
Times spent together.
And apart.
I remember.
Her.
Everything.
She is perfection.
She is flawless.
She.
My love.
My world.
She.
I am a wave.
In an endless ocean.
Of her love.
So I wonder.
Every night.
Does she think.
Of me?
