I have someone I love,
but they are far away

So I'm going to try and live like Horace, as well as many others said
And "seize the day"

He's a poet and I'm a poet
Living and breathing as one
When we're together and when we're apart
Missing each other like the moon and the sun

But our words keep us going
Without seeing each other's faces
I long to be with him more than anyone else
To travel all different places

My love, he's genuine, and kind, and sweet
Brings me flowers on days I oversleep
Promises my heart a place to keep
And meets me at the end of the road in bare feet
With nothing but a smile,
And a warm
White sheet