To someone I love, to someone I love,
I am here waiting for you to come,
and I have the dinner on,
and I have a bottle of wine,
and I have the music on,
I have the empty glasses on the table,
and I have the candles lit,
and I have your favourite songs,
and I have you,
you soon to be coming home,
and I am sat looking at a picture of you,
as the smell of the cooking rises high and fills the air,
and I see you in the picture with your smile,
and your tousled hair,
and it must have been ten years ago now that photograph,
and you,
you have not changed a bit,
and how beautiful you look,
how beautiful you look then and now,
and when I am alone, I often visit it,
and here I sit,
with the smell of the cooking so fragrant in the air,
and I cannot wait for you to come home,
for you are the best thing to ever have happened to me,
and when I am alone,
I look forward to your arms,
I look forward to your charms,
because the day is long and wearying,
but you to me are everything,
and how you light up my eyes,
and put a smile on my face when you come home to me,
and oh, how glorious it is,
when you embrace me in your arms and hold me close,
and give me a tender kiss,
and here as I sit in the candlelit,
cooking dinner,
I hope you come home quick,
I hope you come home quick,
because I missed you,
missed you much more than just a little bit,
and I,
I cannot wait for you to come home,
I cannot wait for you to walk through that door,
and I cannot wait for you to throw your arms around me,
and for you to kiss me once more,
for you to kiss me once more.
