Through all the little mundane things
I do each day and night,
I think about you, and I wish
thoughts would turn to delight.

I wonder if you're sleeping
As I fold the socks and shirts,
Or if you're having dinner
While I hang the frocks and skirts.

I pack the dishes, glasses first,
and wonder where you are,
or if, as I ply mop and broom,
you're wishing on a star -

the selfsame star I wished upon,
while tucking girls in bed,
The one my eyes lit up to see,
as thoughts flew through my head.

I think of how I wish I'd see
the passion in your eyes
that blaze from every note you send,
that thrill and hypnotize.

Some day, perhaps, my wish will turn
to grand reality.
Till then, I'll just imagine you
right here, right next to me.

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