I'm thinking again how her night is
At exactly 11:45
Is she comfortable in her sleep?
Or craving over some gentle heat?

I thought again of that same night
The night no doubt I know it right
It seems she sought a wrapping arm
Or something that will give her warmth

So now I think for her one night
With nothing tingling in my mind
That after she turns off her light
I gave her something to hug tight

I thought again of her last night
No trace, no sign, none of her sight
Does she still dream of me in her sleep?
Or crave my hug with gentle heat?

I think again of her this night
Now it's exactly 12:15
In half-an-hour of poetic night
Do you still want to hug me tight?