Thoughts that I can't stop

Oh, to write a story with my unsent lines,
Oh, to tell you softly, you’re the muse that shines.
Oh, to ask love questions, with no reply in view,
Oh, to have a heart made bright by the thoughts of you.

Oh, to see your smile when my world falls apart,
Or to wear that smile that heals your aching heart.
Oh, to dream of nights where only you reside,
Oh, to have your photos in my gallery, nowhere else to hide.

Oh, to live in rooms that smell of your perfume,
Oh, to watch the lilies that your hands made bloom.
Oh, to carry your bags on lazy shopping days,
Oh, to find your eyes across a crowded haze.

Oh, to feel that guilt when I've kept you online too long,
Oh, to send you every half-forgotten bookmarked song.
Oh, to share one shelf, your books and mine aligned,
Oh, to run through strands of your hair, so soft, so kind.

Oh, to tell you my stories and bore you to sleep,
Oh, to wipe away your tears when you weep.
Oh, to bring you chocolates when the cramps hit you hard,
Oh, to pretend to be sweet as you melt my façade.

Sometimes these thoughts whisper hope into my ears,

But can I live them through and through? We'll figure it out over the years.
I wish I could visit you and say this all out loud,
Let's hope against all hope, and keep all my feelings unbowed.