People have said
That when you sleep
If you dream of someone
They miss you deep
I never believed this
Until I met you
But I'm always thinking
Do you think too
Of me on the grass
Smiling so bright
Yet you can't hold my hand
I'm out of your sight
You imagine how I am
With a touch of imagination
I'm not with you
But your mind is a creation
It connects your thoughts
To the ones you love
Maybe it's a gift
From the heavens above
Oh how I love this idea
To know I am missed
But it makes me want to see you
And be gently kissed
