Won't you tell me
that of which, crosses your mind?

I keep wondering,
Why your eyes glaze over,
That crooked smile, I love so much,
Appears on your face.

You have said before,
You think of me often.

Is this one of those times?

Won't you tell me,
that of which, occupies your dreams?

I keep wondering,
Why you always smile,
A sweet, endearing smile
On your face.

You have said before,
You dream of me often.

Is this one of those times?

Won't you tell me,
that of which, makes you so happy?

I keep wondering,
Why you are always so playful,
Every time we are together
And you hold me close.

You have said before,
I am your happiness.

Are all these true?

Because if they are,
I might have to admit
That I think of you all the time,
That I dream of only you,
And that you are my happiness.