To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that 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 alrea