Her

listen closely, she's speaking to you

I believe the soul knows more than it lets on.

Spreading hints through intuition,

she giggles

hoping only to give a little bit away

Too often I wonder if she feels when you're thinking of me

and that's when I think of you

I'm starting to entertain the possibility that maybe,

I'm on your mind just as much

I hear her snicker again in support,

but how does she know?

I guess it's just difficult to imagine that I could be that special to you

the thought envelopes me.

I wonder what else is on yours

(she doesn't help me here)

The thing is,

Talking about you makes me lovesick

... although a favourite topic of mine

Hearing your name makes my head spin

... the feeling's grown on me

some red wine would accompany it nicely

While my heart,

gently beating for you

invokes a sense of stillness in me I can't explain.

You've been fruitful bringing me balance

It all feels too right.

She smiles

But...

verification is unattainable.

and she loses this battle with me every time.

I think it's time to push you away.

She turns quiet in disappointment

I won't be hearing from her for a while.