Just Love

I think and I kept thinking,

and I never did a single thing

but to keep thinking about you.

Well now it seems I don't love you,

I just love thinking about you.

And probably chose to write about it instead.

And so now I realize,

I've just done something for you.

But then again, I won't give this to you.

Because I just love thinking about you,

and to write about it.

And then think about the writing, not you.

For you, I haven't done anything,

but I have done everything for you.

Everything, that my love now seems to be nothing.

And so I let this dying love die,

so I could send his gravestone,

to his beautiful owner. To you.