You ask me what I’m thinking

You ask me what I’m thinking.

Why love, do you not know?

Whenever I’m this close to you,

I think, “I love her so”.

I think, “We should be kissing”;

think, “I need her so much”.

I feel as if I’m missing you

even inches from your touch.

You ask me what I’m thinking.

Let me show you, if I may

for a kiss can tell you how I feel

better than words can say.