Sometimes I worry a lot about many things
I wonder and worry about what could have been
What might happen if I should lose your love
How will I survive in a world where there is no Us?

I worry,  I wonder
I stress,  I ponder
I worry about many things

 Do I kiss you the way you like to be kissed?
With the intertwining of our tongues and the locking of our lips
Is there anything that I’ve missed?
A tighter embrace, should I press up against your hips?

 I wonder if you prefer your kisses soft and sweet
And sometimes so deep
Like I'm...