I'm counting the days 'till I can hold you again,
as I think about how your hands fit perfectly, as I held them.
I need to have faith, that things will turn out just fine,
It's not like this is a bad thing, though we do make the perfect crime.
I just can't help but think, if it's me you think about all the time,
My heart sinks, when I hear from you &my words stutter as I get shy.