In the moonlight!

In your presence, I think of nothing but you.
And after we meet, all I can think of is you.
Thoughts of what was said, and what wasn't.
What you were wearing, how you did your makeup.

I thought I was over you,
thought that I might never see you again.
You'd gone away, where I didn't know.
You hadn't replied to my e-mails.
So I thought you would never know,
how much I cared about you.
The things that I felt, that I still feel.

Now I know why, but it doesn't help.
I still don't think you know how I felt.
The way that I feel, about you, about us.

It's late, and I want to meet you again.
Maybe I'll take I walk tonight,
maybe we'll meet in the moonlight.