Sometimes she wonders if he
could ever think about the things,
that haunt her mind, her heart,
things feared from the very start.
Sometimes her worries are whisps,
sometims they cloud around like fog,
And her fearing of losing her love,
fits her heart like a downy glove.
And she wonders if she notices
that sometimes it's always on her mind
for no reason at all, except it is,
Proving she really is just a kid.
With such a paralyzing fear,
she won't tell anyone around,
not him, not her friends, not one,
And prays every night that this,
this love is not Done.