I think of you in the morning,
When the suns rays light up the earth and warm my heart.
I think of you as the night sky darkens,
When the day is gone and I think of all the time we've spent apart.
I think of you when I am all alone and can savour our sweet moments within,
I think of you and how much I long to be with you, instead I am here with him.
I think of your love, so great, so powerful and so strong,
I think of you always and I know that it's to you that my heart belongs.
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