Concepting My Misconceptions, Or Something

I thought I'd loved before, I didn't know you were the only one. I didn't know the meaning of adore, Or know you're the equivalent of the sun. Where did I get this misconception of what love truly is? How was I to know it couldn't originate from a wish? And what is it about these blasted thoughts that never cease, That always bring that excited tingly feeling back to me? I thought I could control my mind, No words would come unbidden. But every moment, thoughts of you come undesigned, And I cannot keep these emotions hidden. Until now, being wrong never felt so grand. I talk about you so much, my friends don't understand. Just what is it about you that always takes my breath away? Yeah, I really kinda really really want you to stay! I have so much more to tell. I could fill pages and pages with it. But talking to you is just so freaking swell, That I only want to concentrate on you, for a bit.