For all the sights and all the tours.
It is the little things I miss most.
The sights of cities I can do without.
I cannot bare to be without the sight of your eyes.
Each morning we would sit and eat, each eveing our dinner we would plan.
Every time I put pan to stove I had a reason, a purpose, that which is now gone.
Every dinner time we were togther, it feels so starnge to be apart.

No food will taste as good as that shared with you, no colours as bright, no smells as strong.
Seven weeks is well worth the wait.