How long have I been sitting here?
When did the twilight disappear?
How quietly the shadows slipped away.
It seems that I have not begun
The many things I should have done
For I've thought of only you all day.
That face,
The way that your laughter rings,
The smile that endears;
I retrace
Each one of these splendid things,
And my eyes fill with tears.
And so each thought delights and thrills,
This lovely blend of warmth and chills,
And till your hand is clasped in mine
And you are here to stay,
How can I help
But think of only you all day?