I'd like to fill up this white space
With my right mind, and let it race
Across this page with thoughts of you.
A pensieve for safekeeping, that will do.

If my precious pensieve should break
And my thoughts spill over,
I'd drink what was left,
Enough to keep me sober.

For to not think of you is to be drunken
With uncertainty of what love is,
No verbs to conjugate,
No life to live.

The beauty in all things
Would be hard to find,
No light shall awaken me,
What is the time?

I'd like to have the best dream
Of waking up in a familiar place,
Where time does not agree,
Where there is undeniable beauty in every space,
And the light of you is the life in me.

I choose to think of you
Not because it is convenient for my heart,
But because it is my favorite pastime
When we are apart.