Lovepoem-Apart

Do hours becomes minutes or do minutes become hours?

Is it measured in false happiness,
sleepless night,
or long showers?
Does the time we spend apart mean the same for me and you?
Does it take over your every thought or the things that you do?
I swore id let no one
in after all the other times,
but in three short days you had
stolen my heart and taken over my mind
I was captured instantly
And became a lost cause
Then the heartache
began I had to pause
For I dreaded this monent when the pain
would return id start to get queasy and my throat would burn
there is
only one way to make
this pain subside to
Have your heart completely and you here be my side.