Rubbed glance, a pinch of your sight,
Yawn says, kiss me much,
The start of the day, miss you much.
Getting ready, a sure of your touch,
A temporary good bye, asks for the cuddle,
The walk, in so many faces around,
The memory studded, every face so common.
The time at work, the food of thought,
Imagination subtle, togetherness and ruffle,
The text we exchange, the care divine,
Again the evening, a merrier sublime.
Starting back, a way to your love,
Those waiting eyes, an eternal reverence,
That timed bell, a feel of excitement,
Again that hug, the gratified reimburse.