The days I know I'm going to see you are
A miniature miracle to me.
The time you'll be here is my guiding star
High over the horizon so I see
The hope it shines, of possibility
And follow it in wonder, 'til I find
When I have come to when it ought to be
That it is better than I had in mind,
As if it were intelligent designed,
And almost overawes me. I adore
Every time I see you, and I've pined
Over an hour's absence and no more.
So light my heaven with your coming beams
And all day long I will exist in dreams.
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