I think of you and I get warm inside.
I close my eyes and I begin to glide.
I can see you in my mind,your looking so fine.
I want you all the time,but you're not mine.
And I begin to cry,don't say bye,lets get high.
Do you feel me in your soul,then let go.
My imagination has got me lost in your captivation.
By Kathy Rummery
