I only get to see you once a week
And only for about three or so minutes each time
Let me tell you your smile is something I seek
It keeps me in tune for these words that rhyme

But...I am withering each day that we do not meet
And the sun disappears in my eyes
But even without the sun, I still feel heat
Like I'm boiling alive on the thin ice

This thin layer that keeps me alive
And it is the thought of your glowing young face
So during the time that passes I strive
To continue living in a darkened empty place

And when we do meet, my body is restored
And the sun is shining once again
But sadly, my dear, in the sky you soared
So I must crawl back to my blackened den.