To see you when I wake up, is the 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 you skin on, The empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days, but already I am 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.
