To see you when I wake up..
Is a gift, that I didn’t think that it would be real..
To know what you feel the same as I do..
Is a three fold utopian dream..

you do something to me, that I can’t explain..
So would i be out of line if I said I miss you

I see your picture.. I smell your skin on..
The empty pillow next to mine..
You have only been gone ten days..
But already, I’m wasting away..
I know I’ll see you again..
Whether far or soon..
But I need you to know..
That I care.. And I miss you