Districts #3

Ev'ry little thing that happens here
Makes me think of you.
Ev'ry word that's spoken,
Ev'ry joke that's told
Makes me wish you were here with me.
My whole body aches
At the thought of the distance
That so cruelly separates us.
I never thought
I would feel this way about anyone,
But I do,
And it's the most wonderful, painful thing
I've ever felt.
The thought of your embrace
Is both heaven and hell,
For in your arms I find
The sweetest solace known to man.
Yet hell it is,
Because the glory I desire,
The solace I so crave
Can only be found where you are.
You are not here,
And it's killing me, I swear.
I love you so much more
Than you will ever know,
And the sweetest music is flat
When I don't have you
Near to me.