Here I wake,
to the deafening sound of silence,
with no lover's vision in sight,
and I prepare for my day alone,
my only contact, she by phone,
and I love her,
and I wonder
if it shows,
yes I love her,
and I wonder,
if she knows?
For I try to tell her,
in each and every way.
I try to tell her,
in everything I do and say.
Can she see it,
can she tell?
Does it show,
does she know it well?
Can she see,
can't she see?
