The only thing that's harder
Than the desire of a prize
Is your desires laid out naked
before your very eyes
Nude before you stretched out
Or sprawled out on the bed
Wearing nothing but her tan
To her ankles from her head
The only thing more lonely
Then missing her alone
Is missing her while beside me
As we're sleeping in our home
Whats worse than dreaming of her
While separate we must be?
Watching as she's sleeping
Hoping she dreams of me
And thinking of the hopes and pains
Nurtured while we were apart
In person now one distance remains
The distance of the heart
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