So many decisions so much to do,
Hours at work are lost time without mate
Has my head spinning; feel dizzy quite through.
Still got to keep plugging, business won’t wait.
Sweet golden days beckon, soon they’ll return.
But today I feel gloomy, tired, beat.
Love to be wrapped in arms for which I yearn,
Taste the wine of your lips succulent sweet.
We’re apart and I’m under the weather,
Counting the hours till we’re together.