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
'Til 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
