Counting the Minutes
Caring for you is my passion,
Dreading times I am alone.
Every night I dream about you,
Fretting when you do not phone.
Giddy am I when you call me,
Hoping love is on your mind.
I can't wait 'til your return dear,
Just want to know with whom you've dined.
Kisses and hugs, I'm sending to you,
Letting you know how much you're missed.
Most of the time I'm thinking of you
And of the last time that we kissed.
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