It is not because of the loneliness that I think of you;
It is because of thinking of you, I begin to be lonely.

It is not because of the loneliness that I think of you;
It is because of thinking of you, I begin to be lonely.
And, I begin to be lonely, when love is near.
Near and yet so far away.

It is not because of the loneliness that I think of you;
It is because of thinking of you, I begin to be lonely.
And, I begin to be lonely, when love is near.
Near and yet so far away.

How are you, Clough?

You make it a wonderfully complete poem.

Thank you!

Hey thanks, serena6878!

I am fine. How are you?

Please keep up the poetic thoughts. I think that you are really good at that sort of thing!