Infactuation

As i clinch my pillow, and of you i dream My heart paces like a raging steam Constant reminders of your gentle touch Wondering if my love is too much. Is this infactuation, or are my feelings true? Do you love me as much as you say you do? Visions of you and i invade my brain Hoping our time together Hasnt been spent in vain. Will we be able to withstand all the jealously and hate? Proving to others that what we have, They cant take. Holding onto memories as if they were a trinket If your love was poison, Would i drink it?