Its 3 am, the witching hour
And my thoughts grow sour
Enduring the ache of my hollow heart
Its been a year since our part
Remembering the fun times we had
I can't help but feel sad
The soft brush of your kiss
Is one of the many things I truly miss
The nights grow longer and longer
As my mind continues to wander
At times a smile sneaks up on me
In your arms is where I wish to be
In Love's Bliss, lost in your magic
Our loss will forever be tragic