Up late again and thinking about you,
all this time, I would have
given anything to call you before and
then, heard your voice through the phone...
And now, I can, and do talk with you everyday,
my magic phone next to me;
so now you're next to me, and
I wanted to call you tonight
I knew you wouldn't mind, but
I knew that you'd be sleeping,
so, know that bliss which escapes me...
and when you awake my words will be here
to greet your morning coffee:
he was up last night and missing me,
he sent me a poem or two
because he was thinking of me,
he loves me...
he loves me...
he loves me...
and now, he knows I love him,
it's a beautiful thing.
All my love coming at you from
every medium, by every platform,
all my love to you,
over the wires,
and through the air, bouncing
off satellites and my
line of sight has you in it's focus...
all my love,
and it's a beautiful thing.
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