• I sit here and think of you.
    Sometimes it seems that's all I do.
    Loneliness is all that I feel.
    It almost seems like you're not real.
    To hold you close would be bliss.
    To feel your warmth, your touch, your kiss.
    It drives me crazy that you're not here,
    And won't be for a whole year.
    Being with you is all that I see,
    But until then, loneliness with engulf me.