I keep thinking about you
Everything I see and everything I feel
leads me back to you.

I hear music and it reminds me of our song
    I hear a voice with an accent and I imagine your voice
        I see a pretty girl with long black tresses of hair
            and I remember yours brushing against my face when we dance

I watch a movie,
    read a love story,
        yet their kisses do not
            measure up to the one we had.

I strive to be moral and compassionate
    I think about how much pain he would feel
        if he only knew
            And then I stop.

I cannot do this to him.
    Yet still I yearn for you.

If you were mine
    I'd spend each day discovering
       all the things that make you
          you
    I'd talk to you every day
       just to hear your voice
          and learn what's on your mind

If you were mine
    I'd treat each moment away from you
       as the sweet price to pay for being with you
    And being with you is the karmic reward
       for all the good things I have ever tried to be

If you were mine
    your kisses would be like eternity
       and making love would be glimpses of heaven
    Your arms would be my refuge from
       life's occasional necessary disappointments.

If you were mine
    I wouldn't have time to write verses
       dreaming what could be if you were mine.