To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real
  To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a Three-fold utopian dream
  You do something to me
  That I can't explain
  So would I be out of line, If I said
  I miss you.
  I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
  You have only been gone ten days, but already I am wasting away
  I know I'll see you again
  Whether far or soon
  But I need you to know, that I care
  And I miss you