To gaze upon your face in the moonlight to end my day.
Off racing the morrow to capture the prize of the coming day...
to see your face again at first peep...to see you smile easily as you slowly rouse from sleep.
Weekends are like a garden beneath a blanket of winter snow...you know the beauty is there, you just have to wait for it.
The eternity it takes to see you again torments my heart and is agony for my eyes not to rest until they glimpse your stunning beauty once more...my Darling...