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 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
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