I sit here all day alone,
Staring steadily at my phone,
Waiting for that sweet ring tone,
A call from the one whose heart is mine.
I believe from the moment she was born,
She was meant to be my only One,
For all the things for me she hath done,
I know my heart she has won.
Since the day to study she had gone,
Peace my heart has never known,
Heart aches from dusk to dawn,
Missing a special part of my own.
My heart by distance is torn,
On my face is a frown drawn,
In a vast ocean I feel drown,
As I sit here all day feeling down.
On return she deserves a throne,
For her loyalty she will get a crown,
And lots of love she will be shown,
Misery out of my heart will be thrown.
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