I count the hours,
I count the days,
How much I miss you,
I count the ways,
I miss your voice,
I miss your touch,
And I miss the face,
That I love so much,
How to describe it,
There is now way,
I walk around,
In a eye watering daze,
I long to feel,
Your warm embrace,
And to see a smile,
Upon your face,
I will not sleep,
Won't close one eye,
Until we're together,
Home and dry.
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