She thinks about him all the time…

She thinks about him all the time,
And thinks that, this, he knows;
While he’s all but oblivious,
And that’s the way it goes

Intensity makes feelings seem
Much bigger than they are;
That what we’re feeling must be seen
By others from afar

So when he doesn’t call, she frets –
He must not really care –
While he is thinking, all is fine,
Completely unaware

For love distorts our focus, and
It adds to many cares:
To think that others read our minds,
Or that we can
Read theirs

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