You've ruined me.
Now in the morning when I wake up
I spend at least 5 minutes laying in bed,
wishing you were sleeping next to me.
And the next 10 minutes dreaming up elaborate ways
to spend our lives together
By the time I'm through dreaming,
I'm a love-sick puppy:
Hungry, cold and dying for your affection.
And running about 15 minutes late.