When I close my eyes and drift into dreams,
Love appears in gentle streams.
A whisper in the heart, a spark in the air,
Thinking of love, I find you there.

It isn’t bound by space or time,
It sings in silence, pure, sublime.
In the glow of dawn, in the moon’s embrace,
I see reflections of your grace.

Thinking of love feels like soft rain,
Washing away all grief and pain.
Each drop a memory, sweet and true,
Falling from skies painted with you.

The stars seem brighter, the world feels new,
When my heart quietly thinks of you.
Your laughter echoes in every breeze,
Your presence brings my soul to ease.

Love is not a fleeting art,
It’s a rhythm written in the heart.
A melody that time can’t erase,
A gentle smile the soul can trace.

I think of love in every hue,
The red of roses, the sky’s soft blue.
In every season, near or far,
Love guides me like the northern star.

It speaks in silence, shines in tears,
It holds my hopes, it calms my fears.
Thinking of love is thinking of peace,
A warmth within that will never cease.

No grand design, no worldly fame,
Can light the heart with such a flame.
It’s pure, it’s kind, it softly grows,
In hearts that feel, it freely flows.

So here I sit, beneath the sky,
With thoughts of love that never die.
For every dream, for every dove,
Begins and ends with thinking of love.