The Longing

The longing is a pain A heavy pressure on my chest It rarely leaves And my day becomes a quest To try not to think about her And all that she brings Forget about her magic All the beautiful things Surely there are other things to life But I can't think of one single thing That matters more Than just to see her Just to see her Her smile, her touch Her smell Her laugh The longing is a friend A way to stay close And feel like she's here And feel like she knows That when I would say, I would die for her It's not just words, I really would And to make the world a safer place for her Well, I believe I really could Surely there are other things to life But I can't think of one single thing That matters more Than just to see her To see her Her tears, her sorrow Her faults Her doubts I love them all