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