When we're apart
I grieve for the lost time.
When we're together
I feel each tick of the clock.

But each smile you give...
Each sigh you voice...
Brings warmth to my soul
And spring that much closer.

Patience is reserved for lovers.
Agony for those left behind.
Our joy is in finding a new love.
Anything less would be too cruel.
Anything more - Too good to be true.

Last Updated:10/14/99