It's all your fault,
you know...
I've hardly accomplished
anything today.
Everytime I begin something,
you creep into my thoughts-
softly, slowly at first...
and before I know it...

My imagination is filled
with thoughts of you.
Warm Thoughts

Nice Thoughts,

Such Loving Thoughts.

But this is getting 
out of hand,
and I have to get
something done today.
So maybe I'll begin
by doing something
very important...

I'll let you know
how much I want you
how much I need you
and how very much    
I love you.

~ Andrew Tawney ~