The Things That I Feel

I wait by the telephone. Or call you myself. I pray to the angles. And think of no one else. I cry when I miss you. And smile when you call. And I want nothing else but your love, nothing else at all. I wonder if you know, the way that I feel. And I wonder if you ever question whether or not it’s real. I ask do you think about me as much as I think about you? And for me what it is that you might do. I could ask you these things myself, but my words are over taken by love. And my heart always flutters, like the wings of a wedding dove. I’m in love with you and that’s a fact. And the love that I’m feeling I will never take back