Sound asleep in my lover's bed,
A kiss you place upon my head.
You quietly cross the bedroom floor,
And gently close the squeaky door.

Each morning at dawn before you go,
You place a love note on my pillow.
You assure me that you love me true,
And remind me of things we love to do.

Your day is long and full of stress,
You mix with people who smartly dress.
They flirt and tell you how they feel,
Over a drink or fancy meal.

You have to escort them around the town,
And tell them you're up when feeling down.
They tell you about their private lives,
Of boring husbands and cheating wives.

You can be delayed, often late,
If for business you have a date.
Your clients love to see you home,
Allowing their imagination to freely roam.

To overseees conventions you sometimes go,
Where food and drink, they freely flow.
Often I think of your party mood,
Where your friendly talk is misunderstood.

When to me you finally return,
Where my flame for you will always burn,
I say a prayer for you and me,
Let our trust in each other forever be. 

(c) John McKay Withey