Sometimes
When I feel that emptiness
Next to my heart,
I take out your picture
And look,
And feel whole again.
Do you love me like that?
And sometimes
When my hand
Brushes yours
My heart leaps,
And I can hardly breathe.
Do you love me like that?
And then sometimes,
Sometimes when we're together
I just stop.
And stare.
As I take in your face,
Your eyes,
Your beautiful smile,
Everything feels right, 
And nothing else matters
Except the pounding of my heart.
Do you love me. . .
Like that?