Beloved

I'm thinking of a thing,
That I can rhyme with you,
To help me say my mind,
To know whats really true,
To think of all the funny things,
You've ever said or done,
But then reality hits,
And I know I'm just too young,
Too young to ever truely care,
To know, to love, to feel,
Any kind of passion,
Or anything I want real,
To whisper the name,
That quickly comes to mind,
And feel the lingering feeling,
To know that you are mine,
But when you take the word mine,
And break it down to this,
You become blind to the need or greed,
And forget beautifulness,
Of everything you really want,
Of everything you see,
If only I could hold your hand,
And you could be with me.