The Very Thought of You

I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed

Your picture is always in my head

I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind

For sleeping or waking, dear, I find

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

The little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream

I'm happy as a queen

And foolish though it may seem

To me that's everything

The mere idea of you

The longing I hear for you

You'll never know

How slow the moments go

Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you

The very thought of you, my love