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Begin to Wonder

So I've been thinking
About us, about love,
About our past and the future to come
Whether or not we'll really last
How some are against us
While many others congratulate us
With every passing anniversary
No matter how small
You see I just can't help
But constantly think of all these things
Over and over and over again
They over take my mind
Many times a day
I've tried to push them away
But somehow they always
Seem to come back to haunt me
And then all I can seem to do
Is ask myself why I even let
Simply unimportant things
Bother me like I do
I haven't found my answer yet
But I have learned
That I need to try
And learn to take one day at a time
And to just enjoy everyday
Because I know without a doubt
That we are completely and madly in love
The hard part, however, is just remembering that
On days I don't get to hear
Your sweet reassuring voice
To remind me just how lucky
We are to have one another
And to be alive this day,
This moment, this very second
And to have found each other so young
That we have been given a chance
To not only grow old together
But to grow up together to begin with
So next time my mind begins to wonder
All I can do is think of you
For your image will keep me going
Until I can find myself
In your arms once more
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