Sweet Dreams Of You Don't Seem To Do.

It's two AM and I'm missing you,
Without you here, there's nothing to do.
I hate the separate beds that we own,
For, without you here, I feel so alone.
Though I sleep with such sweet dreams,
And only ever of you, so it seems.

The most beautiful star is the twinkle in your eye,
And words don't explain, though I continue to try.
It's something special; something soothing for me,
I'll open my heart for you so you could try to see.

It's four AM and I'm missing you,
I think I'm going crazy without you.
Your scent on my bed sheets is lovely,
But it's still not completely filling me.
My love, where are your arms tonight?
Only in my dreams are they in sight.

My ice-cold hands wrapped tight around your waist,
And my lips on yours, enjoying the sweetest taste.
Wouldn't this be the sweetest way to enjoy our lives?
Our eyes interlocked, ignoring the beautiful blue skies.

It's six AM and I'm missing you,
It's six AM and I'm writing you.
Without you here, I'm feeling sad,
I love you and miss you so bad.
Maybe soon I'll close my eyes and sleep,
And dream of you here for me to keep.

Within your arms is the sweetest place that I can be,
The loveliest dream that I'll ever experience and see.
I don't know if you'll lie with me this upcoming night,
But if not, in my dreams you will be in sweet sight.

Sarah Gammon ©
11/06/05

* Less than three, Adam.
Thanks for reading -xxx-.