Music

I don't need your photograph to hang by my bed , your picture is always in my head. I dont need you portriot dear, to call you to mind for sleeping or wakeing dear i find. the very thought of you and I forget to do, the very ordanary thing that every one ought to do. I'm living in a kind of daydream i'm as happy as a king, and foolish as it may seem, to me thats everything, oh the mere Idea of you girl the longing here for you, you'll never know how slow the moments go till i'm neer to you I see your face in every flower your eyes in stars above its just the thought of you the very thought my love.