Thinking of you empowers me with wings, wings to reach out to you and embrace you.

Thinking of you emboldens me to succeed, it is like magic.

Thinking of you is my morning tea, few thoughts of marvelous you, and my energy level is set for the day.

Thinking of you is not a habit with me, it is me, stupid.

Thinking of you is neither art, nor science. It is called LIFE.