Blurting out from the blue
Been so very long, since I heard from you
Time  not the matter; you cannot keep hold
It is minute measures, of pangs icy cold
Joy to confusion, just to hear your voice
Wouldn’t be much sooner, if I had a choice
Obvious to you, you have held the card
Obvious to me, as I have played the bard
Simply can’t get around it, distance what you need
Now that you are back, how shall this proceed?
Rhyming may not be, what ultimately so clever
But did I really say I needed you forever?
Since you’ve made a show, and you’re here and now
Woo the want I’ve wanted, then hurry up and go